Returning to Regrets

Rotting grapes rolling in my bag

They're only two weeks old,

I'm only two weeks old but my life is soon to end,

And I want all of this to be over but I can't keep getting older

Cause I've found solace in returning to my regrets

But I'm not 16 anymore so what is there left for me?

Cause I first came here as a gateway to my past

But now the tides have turned

And in my heart your name has been burned

So now the weeks roll by and the cars roll on

And now I'm 22 but I was just at 99

And I feel so alone and confused

Like nobody knows what I'm going through, not even you

So nice to meet you, I hope I'll be back soon

And I find solace in returning to my regrets

But my past holds nothing for me except rafters scrawled with the wrong name

And as I look back, a child screams out "RUN FOR THE HILL"

But why do I let her control me

If she's too far gone to know me

Did you find solace in returning to your regrets

Cause you're not 16 anymore

But the wounds on your heart will long forevermore

And do you see him at the bottom of the hill?

How deep will you dive in?

And will he make you sink or let you swim?