I though about what I did
There's a lot I need to work on like I regret a lot of what I said
I'm leaving it in the back of my head a silhouette
Blissfully in bed as I'm lying to myself
Bet I'll forget to give myself some respect
It's gone now and I'll move past regret
~All of my problems sit a ferment
I just don't voice them, 'cause they don't make sense
Maybe I'm irrational. They're just unforgettable
Maybe I should take the time to work on them
I am blind to most of the issues in my life
Maybe in time I can be a better me
I'm not doing just fine (not this time)
That doesn't mean I won't get better in time