Shouldn't have gone to college, should've been born a millionaire
Could've been writing songs instead of learning how to share
If I moved to LA sooner or had longer, blonder hair
Maybe I wouldn't be scared
(Maybe I wouldn't be scared)
La-la, la-la, la-la
Lying in bed, counting regrets, like one, two
La-la, la-la, la-la
Lying in bed, counting regrets, like one, two, three, four
Shouldn't have talked about the wrong people
Should've spent time with parents, they get old
Should've spent money on eating more natural
Should've known that my ex was an asshole
Could've cared more, but I should've cared less
Wouldn't have wasted time being upset
Wouldn't treat everyone like a project
La-la, la-la, la-la
Lying in bed, counting regrets, like one, two
La-la, la-la, la-la
Lying in bed, counting regrets
The ones I said goodbye to, the ones I gave my time to
The way I never listened, the way I should've tried to
Ones I tried controlling, the ones who left me hopeless
The way that I'm afraid, I've made it all a game, ah
La-la, la-la, la-la
Lying in bed, counting regrets, like one, two
La-la, la-la, la-la
Lying in bed, counting regrets
