Regret It (Live)

I was amazed

You would treat me this way

Thought you were a grace

Thought you were a saint

And now it just hurts

To think of you that way

Cut my lip on the tip

Of silence you give

You admit it's a presence, but

You won't give me napkin

For the blood

I thought you'd always stay put

I'm counting down the days

I won't hear your name

I've had a good year without you

But it's always the same

Feeling ashamed, or worse

Sorry for the hurt

That I never performed

But sure

I still love you the same

I won't tell you this anyway

I don't care anymore

Go and do your own shit

The relationship

I still pull a thread of it

The woman I love

The woman I'll never call again

Don't make me regret it

Don't make me regret it

Don't make me regret it