Too Late To Be Saved

There's a message in this bottle
And I'll drink until I find it
Cause I've searched my soul for answers
And discovered I've been blinded

Found my reflection in the pools of disregard
Fed in streams from water rings
Collecting on this bar

Where I'm poring over memories
But they only help remind me
Of a time line mined with should haves
And the fading chance at could be

Lived in the moment but it didn't get me far
Just a few more tragedies to sing to my guitar

And they say I'll find my faith
All I have to do is pray
But as I'm winding down the days
I know it's too late to be saved
Too late to be saved

The path of righteousness is one
That I've never walked upon
Only look to heaven
When I want to check the weather
No hidden message in my verse
No need to play it in reverse
Spare your needling
Save your own soul
I'll take care of me

Just a sinner in a saint's façade
And with a faith like mine I kind of pray there's no God
To answer to
What would I say?
Tell him, 'sorry for the things I've done
But take a good look down
I'm not the only one' and then he'd
Wish me well and send me straight to hell

And they say I'll find my faith
All I have to do is pray
But as I'm winding down the days
I know it's too late to be saved
Too late to be saved