Song Lyrics

I was only seventeen
Hauling frantically
On the back of a matchbook
I don't think that I could've looked in you in the eye
So fearful of what I might ignite
But I kind of hoped you'd stayed

I was barely home a day, plotting my escape
With a dartboard and a blindfold
But the dart she landed shy, nearly taking out your eye
As you walked passed the window, singing

Baby, please
Don't you go
Bound to choices, bound to hopeless solutions
Holding terrors unaddressed
Where's your sense of misdirection?
Left clinging to the shreds of self respect

Would you do it all again, the same way as the first
Set of second chances
A stronger one might still crumble underneath the weight of doubt
And still decide to run away

Bound to choices, bound to hopeless solutions
Holding terrors unexpressed
With our worn out resolutions
We're caught up in the web of our regrets

Christine Ann Fellows

The duration of Regrets is 2:52 minutes and seconds.