if only i could say that i had no regrets but looking back there isn t much i managed not to fuck up yet cause i m a drunk a liar and a thief unable to crawl out of bed blind to the nights i ve spent knowing the end result yet diving in anyway wasting my days away sick from the thought of every way i went wrong five years spent breaking the glass that i couldn t mend well i m done with it so i ll drink it in swallow my pride and begin to end i just want to love myself so maybe i ll put this bottle down trade it in for memories and some form of dignity i can t live with it so i ll just live without and take back myself flush this illness out i m so sick of how my mood swings with this february snow i hate how i can t see the sunset from the corner of chebucto and i ve accepted all responsibility i own til i m drowning in my penitence a sinking stone six years spent as i sat on idle hands wondering is this all i will amount to is this all i have to give after what i ve been through things are different now if there s any good in the world i will find out grasping at straw i need a way to settle in it s torn me down and built me into an object to just find comfort with maybe some day i ll be able to say i have no regrets maybe some day i ll be able to say i have no regrets