And all our sins come back to haunt us in the end,
to hang around and tap us on the shoulder,
and smile...
silent...
it's all implied...
"you'll die trying to live this down.
you might as well forget it."
still, i'm convinced that wondering what if is the worst thing there is,
So we bottled and shelved
all our regrets,
let them ferment and came back to our senses,
drove back home and slept a few days
woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be
All these lines fall short of what i had in mind,
a failed attempt to capsulize a feeling,
so i just try fail and try and try again,
someday i swear i'm going to get it,
because i'm convinced that giving in is the worst thing there is...
So we bottled and shelved
all our regrets,
let them ferment and came back to our senses,
drove back home and slept a few days
woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be
We'll get over it
sad, strong, safe and sober
we'll move forward
and know where we went wrong
but, "you can't go home again..."
So we bottled and shelved
all our regrets,
let them ferment and came back to our senses,
drove back home and slept a few days
woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be