Things I Regret

I could always count on you

to tell me all the ways we’re through.

I was a leaf on the lowest branch --

away from ground, but too scared to land.

But I always felt the rain.

You were dust in a sandstorm.

You kept me around to keep you warm.

I burned alive just to make you glass.

Forget the now to forgive the past

and the small things keep me sane.

There are things that I regret,

but, in this case, I feel nothing.

In this case, I feel nothing.

Barking my tree up the wrong door.

There were things we could achieve.

I cut the cord and now I’m flying.

We were just slowly dying.

What’s the use of prolonging it more?

We made gunk from gold and myrrh,

a life built on what you prefer.

Somehow soured my last sweet tooth --

too many sips from that fountain of youth.

And it all still tastes the same.

There are things that I regret,

but, in this case, I feel nothing.

In this case, I feel nothing.

Barking my tree up the wrong door.

There were things we could achieve.

Cut the cord and now I’m flying.

We were just slowly dying.

What’s the use of prolonging it more?