Acoustic slow melancholic guitar song about when it´s Too Late to say you´re sorry, forever...

[Verse 1]
She was my best friend when I was small
Working double shifts to pay for it all
I'd watch my sister while she stayed late
Never knew then what would be our fate
Sunday mornings making pancakes
Laughing till our bellies ache
Love was simple, love was true
Never thought that we'd be through

[Verse 2]
Growing up I held her hand
Helped her with her master plan
Three of us against the world
One young man, one little girl
She taught me how to be a man
How to carry on when things go wrong
Never could have seen the day
When everything would slip away

[Chorus]
But time can change the ones we love
Turn them into strangers, push comes to shove
The phone call came, she needed me
Said she had no place to go
How did we get here from where we were?
My best friend turned into her
And now it's too late, too late now
Too late now

[Verse 3]
Living in my tiny space
Watching sorrow on her face
Secrets hidden in her purse
Every day it got much worse
The woman who had raised me right
Was fading slowly from my sight

[Verse 4]
Twelve months felt like twelve long years
Shouting matches, angry tears
Love got buried under strain
Nothing left but hurt and pain
She packed her bags and walked away
Said some things we can't unsay
Silence stretched between us then
Never spoke to her again

[Bridge]
Got the call on Tuesday night
She was gone without a fight
All those words I never said
Echo in my empty head

Sunday morning pancakes
Laughing till our bellies ache
That's the mom I want to keep
In the memory I hold so deep

[Final Chorus]
But time can change the ones we love
Turn them into strangers, push comes to shove
No second chances, no more tries
No time to say our last goodbyes
How did we get here from where we were?
My best friend, I still miss her
And now it's too late, too late now
Too late now
Too late now
Too late now

Too Late

This is a Dog's World

Til The End (Still got you)

Stoey Picasso is back with another R&B anthem for y'all to sing along to. Stoey always be havin' them bangin' hooks... Word.

Stoey Picasso - Pinky Promise

pickupgame (feat. Sxort) prod Sxort

The song balances humor with genuine frustration - it's funny but also honest about how exhausting and emotionally draining dysfunctional family gatherings can be.

Home for the holidays (God help me)

Packing up my car on Christmas Eve
Got my fake smile ready and my armor underneath
Three hundred miles to childhood's door
Where love and resentment settle the score

Mom's already texting about my weight
Dad wants to know why I'm still not married yet
Sister's bringing her perfect kids to show
Uncle Jerry's drunk before the turkey's done, I know

The tree is up, the lights are bright
Everything looks picture perfect from the outside
But I know what's waiting there for me
Another holly jolly catastrophe

I'm home for the holidays, God help me
Where passive aggression flows so free
Between the eggnog and the family tree
I'm home for the holidays, God help me
Silent night turns into World War Three
This is why I moved across the country

Grandma's asking why I'm still alone
While my cousin's on his third wife and second home
Brother's bragging about his Christmas bonus
Sister-in-law keeps posting lies about us

Politics come up before dessert
Someone's feelings are about to get hurt
Mom's in the kitchen having a meltdown
Dad's in the garage trying not to hear the sound

The stockings hung with so much care
Can't hide the tension floating in the air
Every year I tell myself I'm done
But here I am, the prodigal son

I'm home for the holidays, God help me
Where passive aggression flows so free
Between the eggnog and the family tree
I'm home for the holidays, God help me
Silent night turns into World War Three
This is why I moved across the country

Maybe next year I'll stay away
Book a flight to somewhere far, escape the fray
But guilt's a gift that keeps on giving
And family means pretending we're all living

The dream we sold ourselves so long ago
Before we knew that love could feel like obligation
Before the cracks began to show
In this picture-perfect situation

Jingle bells, someone yells
Aunt Karen's had too much wine
Peace on Earth, goodwill to men
Unless you're family of mine

Deck the halls with boughs of awkward
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
'Tis the season to be martyred
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

I'm home for the holidays, God help me
Where dysfunction's wrapped so carefully
Beneath the ribbons and the Christmas tree
I'm home for the holidays, God help me
Counting down till I can leave
This is my yuletide tragedy

I'm home for the holidays, God help me
Smiling through my misery
One more year of this insanity
I'm home for the holidays, God help me
At least there's wine and therapy
Merry Christmas to my family

Three more days till I can go
Back to the life that they don't know
Home for the holidays, God help me
Home for the holidays, God help me
Next year I'm spending Christmas alone

Home for the holidays

He told me he would ‘love me always’ but that was a lie! This song is about freedom. About walking away when things don’t feel right. 

Notes from the Artist - I have thought about this song for such a long time. I wanted to write something that wasn’t just another song, but something that gave you hope.
This is the song you play when you suddenly doubt yourself. It’s the song you play for courage to walk away from something or someone. 
It’s the song you play at night when you are alone with your thoughts, and the voice in your head casts doubt on your most difficult decision. 
Karma!

L.Y.A (Love you always) (Liar) SNIPPET

I am Free

No soliciting. I dont pay to get promoted or anything like that. However, if you really like my music or want to collaborate, you´re welcome to send me a message.

Too Late

Andrew Lear

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