Regrets

 

That thing I said the other day,

It wasn’t an attack.

And I would give most anything,

If I could take it back.

 

That choice I made late last year,

Well, that was really bad,

I would have chosen otherwise,

If I’d known it’d make you sad.

 

That prank I played with Georgio?

Well, we were kind of drunk.

Looking back, as I am right now,

I see it kind of stunk.

 

So when I lay awake at night,

With thoughts up in my head,

They settle mostly on things done wrong

Not the good things, while in bed.

 

I suppose you might just be the same,

In fact, I’d surely bet,

You think about the things you did,

That you came to regret.