Regret Songtext
von The Afghan Whigs

Maybe I′ve forgotten
The name and the address
Of everyone I've ever known
It′s nothing I regret
Save it for another day
'Cause the school is out
And the kids have run away

I would like a place
I can call my own
Have a conversation on a telephone
Wake up everyday
That would be a start
I would not complain
On my wounded heart

I was upset, you see
Almost all the time
You used to be a stranger
Now you are mine


I wouldn't even trust you
I′ve not that much to give
We′re dealing in the limits
And we don't know who with

You may think that I′m out of hand
That I'm naive, I′ll understand
On this occasion
It's not true
Look at me
I′m not you

I would like a place
I can call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up everyday
That would be a start
I would not complain
Of my wounded heart

I was a short fuse
Burning all the time
You were a complete stranger
Now you are mine


I would like a place
I can call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up everyday
That would be a start
I would not complain
Of my wounded heart

Just wait 'till tomorrow
I guess that's what they all say
Just before they fall apart
Alone