And all our sins come back to haunt us in the end.
To hang around, and tap us on the shoulder.
And smile, silent.
"It's all implied. You'll die trying to live this down.
You might as well forget it."
Still, I'm convinced wondering 'what if' is the worst thing there is.
So we bottled and shelved all our regrets.
Let them ferment and came back to our senses.
Drove back home, slept a few days.
Woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be.
And all these lines fall short of what I had in mind.
The failed attempt to capsilize a feeling.
So I just try, fail, and try and try again.
And someday I swear I'm gonna get it.
Cause I'm convinced giving in is ther worst thing there is.
So we bottled and shelved all our regrets.
Let them ferment and came back to our senses.
Drove back home, slept a few days.
Woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be.
We'll get over it.
Sad, strong, safe, and sober.
We'll move forward and know where we went wrong.
But you can't go home again.
You can't go home again.
You can't go home again.
You can't go home..
You can't go home again!
You can't go home again!
You can't go home again!
So we bottled and shelved all our regrets.
Let them ferment and came back to our senses.
Drove back home, slept a few days.
Woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be.