the awkwardness was sinking in 

now i’m regretting my actions 

it’s a waste of my breath 

stuck in my head 

i’m seeing myself a lot 

nothing lasts though 

i’ll see you when i’m back 

thinking of what i could’ve said 

i couldn’t say a thing, and now i’m nothing 

now you’re gone and you’ve left me in three or five 

hours i’ll be fine, i just need to find some time to think 

would you ever regret talking to me?