Figure it out Figure it out! Where's god with my words He's never on time anymore I practice all night when he's gone I never perform I just, I just like to rehearse And that's ok for a while I wonder what made you so hostile Just having a chat And you think you're on stage People don't clap When they know you're afraid You're too little, Too late, Too anxious Too much, Too soon, Too many things for granted Too many things for granted I feel the rush Down over my head Trash those memories Start off fresh Clean up, Let go, Don't reflect But knowing you, You'll distract yourself instead Figure it out Go head an pretend That you're floating I see you treading that ocean You're too late Too old Too fake Two decades wasted on this place He's here but he's late That's a no show So I pump and I blink on my own No one's in charge Guess I'm ceo this time So listen when things rhyme Find a motif You are not behind your eyes You're a pattern in the trees You're a pattern in the trees You're too little Too Late Too anxious Too much, Too soon, Too many things for granted You're too little Too Late Too anxious Too much, Too soon, Too many things for granted