Late

The alarm went off But I didn't move Talked myself into just couple more seconds here In this warm cocoon Where I can put off all the stress And how seem to make a mess of everything Then I hear it ring And I can't be late to the party Late for work, for dinner, or a call Or the sky might fall So I'm rushing around in a panic Feeling run down and frantic That someone might be angry And not love me anymore So I can't be late Stuck behind the wheel And the traffic's bad Running every worst case scenario Back and forth and back in my head But that won't make the cars move faster Or help me avoid the disaster Of showing up a little after I said I'd be somewhere No I can't be late to the party Late for work, for dinner, or a call Or the sky might fall So I'm rushing around in a panic Feeling run down and frantic That someone might be angry And not love me anymore So I can't be late Why do I feel like I'm running behind all the time Would it be so bad to enjoy where I'm at But that might make me Late to the party Late for work, for dinner, or a call And the sky might fall Or it might not be the end Sky's as blue as it's ever been And beautiful, so beautiful And I'm lovable Even if I'm late