[Waiting on Regrets] A tingling numbness in my hands, It creeps like heat across my lips. My mouth tastes like dust and sand, I can't feel the pain that drips. I know there's something underneath, A little pain I can't quite reach. I know there's something I should feel, But nothing seems entirely real. With all those lines that have been set, I haven't found my solace yet. Waiting on regrets, Waiting on regrets. It doesn't seem to matter how far I get, How high I get, how firm I'm set. I always seem to find myself Waiting on regrets. I know there's something I should miss, But I can't even mourn for it. With all those lines that have been set, I haven't found my solace yet. Waiting on regrets, Waiting on regrets. I kept a list of all my scars, And never counted what I broke. I wore my misery like armor, And called it truth each time I spoke. I blamed the world for every wound, And never owned the damage done. With all those lines that have been set, I know it's coming, just not yet. Waiting on regrets, Waiting on regrets. I thought that feeling sorry Could undo the damage done. But I can't even find the sorrow, Though I know I was the one. And all the things I said and did, And all the things I can't forget, I know they're waiting somewhere deep, But I haven't felt them yet. There's still that numbness in my hands, And bitter copper on my lips. I know the wound is open now, But I can't feel the pain that drips. Waiting on regrets, Waiting on regrets. Waiting on regrets, Waiting on regrets. It doesn't matter how far I get, How high I get, how firm I'm set. I know there's something coming still, But I haven't felt it yet. Waiting on regrets. Waiting on regrets.
