Scratching my lungs Deep under the sun I crawl until it aches Falling out of love Won't you break for my waves? Pray for me at night The dawn bleeds for days Into this multicolored life I'm finding my way Twisting my arms Get this heart back in shape Still under the gun I'm under the weight And up with the weather Plotting my escape Just waiting to run It itches my brain All of these regrets Get carried away Until I can reset Let the chemistry change The tragedies recent Turn

Mist Taken A wisp and nothing else Filled up with regrets Fretting with the best of them Melancholy and cut off Shelves all filled the...

Sometimes we mix ourselves a potion of memory and regret and find ourselves wondering what might have been. There is something a bit like...