The Regret

I ain’t ready
I ain’t ready
Don’t put me in that pine box yet
This here whiskey kept me busy until I could get my mind off of you
It’s been hazy
Yeah real hazy
The past eight months have been a bitch
Now I’m ready
Yeah I’m ready to start all over without you
I’ll get up, up, up
I might be bloody
I’ve got more regrets than anybody should
The good times we had are gone and they ain’t coming back
Well I’m sorry
Yeah I’m sorry
I never meant to do wrong by you
Now I’m sober
Yeah I’m sober
There ain’t much else that I can do
All my bridges
All my bridges have long ago gone up in flames
Well I’m trying
Yeah I’m trying to get it together despite you
Why should I care?
Why do i care?
I’ve been taking all the blame for everything that’s been going wrong with you
I could have been a better son and a better man