Regret
I still remember your name
The sound of your voice
The smell of your clothes
I know that things aren't the same
But given the choice
I wish that you'd froze

Well, it's always the blame
It seems to rejoice
Whenever I'm low
I know that these are the ways
To keep out the noise
When my mind slows

So don't
Don't make me come home yet
Let me steep in my regret
I've seen the ways that
Love can pass for hate

I still remember the pain
It follows me close
Wherever I go
I stow the feelings away
And try to compose
Whatever I show

Well, it's always the same
And everyone knows
What's written on my stone
I know that these are the days
It starting to show
I've never quite flown

So don't
Don't make me come home yet
Let me steep in my regret
I've seen the ways that
Love can pass for hate

Ooh... Ooh

I'm sick of the pain!
I'm sick of the pain!
I'm sick of the pain!
I'm sick of the pain!

I'm sick of the shame!
I'm sick of the shame!
I'm sick of the shame!
I'm sick of the shame!

I'm sick of it!

So don't
Don't make me come home yet
Let me steep in my regret
I've seen the ways that
Love can pass for hate

So don't
Please don't let me forget
How I played with ill intent
I've been the reason
Love has passed for hate