
Song · Breakfast at Seventy
Up Too Late for You
“Up Too Late for You” is track 11 on Rob Matare's R&B album Breakfast at Seventy, released October 7, 2026. R&B for forever love: keys to the place, both feet in, and still laughing together at breakfast at seventy.
“Up Too Late for You” lyrics
Baby, I'm up too late for you
You got a garden, got a gym bag, got a plan
You fold your laundry and you shake a stranger's hand
I got a guitar and a bill I'm gonna pay
Sometime next week if the weather holds, I'd say
You got a planner with the colors on the tabs
I got a napkin with a number and some cash
You say good morning like you really mean it, too
I say good morning like it's something I don't do
You're in the choir and I'm out behind the church
Smoking with the drummer, waiting on the curse
And you keep asking me to stay
Well, I'd ruin your day
You keep asking me to change
Well, I'd ruin your day
You go to bed at ten, I'm just starting my night
You drink your coffee black, I take mine with a fight
You're the sun on the floor, I'm the smoke by the pool
Baby, I'm up too late for you
Up too late, up too late
Honey, I'm up too late
Up too late for you
Your mama likes me, but your mama doesn't know
What time I get in or how the evenings go
You'd make me better and I'd make you tired
I'd put the candle out and you'd light up the fire
You'd buy the vitamins and leave 'em on the shelf
I'd take the whiskey and I'd sit here by myself
You'd say "come to bed," I'd say "give me an hour"
And that hour turns to four and then the flowers die
I'm not the kind of man that you should bring on home
I'm the kind you think about when you're alone
And you keep asking me to stay
Well, I'd ruin your day
You keep asking me to change
Well, I'd ruin your day
You go to bed at ten, I'm just starting my night
You drink your coffee black, I take mine with a fight
You're the sun on the floor, I'm the smoke by the pool
Baby, I'm up too late for you
And the clock says two
And the clock says three
And you're dreaming of someone
Who's nothing like me
And the clock says four
Go on, sleep on me
You go to bed at ten, I'm just starting my night
You drink your coffee black, I take mine with a fight
You're the sun on the floor, I'm the smoke by the pool
Baby, I'm up too late for you
Up too late, up too late
Honey, I'm up too late
Up too late for you
Lyrics written by Rob Matare. Written by me • made with AI. Artist visuals are digitally created.
More from Breakfast at Seventy
- 1Breakfast at Seventy3:46
- 2Show Up3:20
- 3Cashmere Trouble2:48
- 4Comes Natural3:17
- 5Midnight Velvet3:56
- 6Trouble on the Weekends3:06
- 7No Promises We Can't Carry3:00
- 8Not for Sale3:07
- 9Back on My Knees3:50
- 10Keys to the Place3:21
- 12Toys in the Hallway3:03
- 13Don't Want Royal Anymore3:29
- 14Walk You Through the Party3:01
- 15New Town, New Name3:13
- 16Too Wild for Sunday3:41
- 17Run Through the Night3:19
- 18Penalty Prayers2:42
- 19If This Plane Goes Down3:42
- 20One Number Through3:11
- 21Blueprint 543:58
- 22Both Feet In4:00
- 23Laughing at the End4:05
- 24One Table2:50