Regrets infesting before the final choice is made
A look-back taken the wrong way, as resolution fades
Can’t catch a break when I’m running with fractured legs
So I sit in the sheer silence of my own fucking mess
I want to take back something that hasn’t even been done
Exchange clear rationality just for the sake of jumping the gun
When the count’s already over and the ticking clock has won
It leaves only myself wondering until I’m left with none.