[Intro – Sparse clean guitar, low drone, cold atmosphere] [Verse 1 – Quiet, detached vocals, minimal instrumentation] 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. [Pre-Chorus – Bass builds, strained vocals] With all those lines that have been set, I haven't found my solace yet. [Chorus – Heavy guitars, mournful sustained vocals] Waiting on regrets, Waiting on regrets. [Instrumental – Melancholy guitar passage] [Verse 2 – Stronger rhythm, frustrated vocals] 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. [Pre-Chorus – Building drums, tense vocals] With all those lines that have been set, I haven't found my solace yet. [Chorus – Aggressive drums, rougher vocals] Waiting on regrets, Waiting on regrets. [Verse 3 – Reduced instrumentation, growing tension] 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. [Pre-Chorus – Exposed vocals, restrained frustration] With all those lines that have been set, I know it's coming, just not yet. [Chorus – Full band, powerful drums, detached vocals] Waiting on regrets, Waiting on regrets. [Bridge – Clean guitar, quiet reflective vocals] 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. [Heavy drums enter, vocals grow urgent] 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. [Instrumental Solo – Distorted guitar, heavy bass, unresolved climax] [Final Verse – Soft guitar, subdued vocals] 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. [Final Chorus – Full-band crescendo, distant vocals] Waiting on regrets, Waiting on regrets. Waiting on regrets, Waiting on regrets. [Outro – Instruments fade, exhausted vocals] 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. [Quiet unaccompanied vocal] Waiting on regrets. [Pause] Waiting on regrets. [Final instrumental – Low feedback, unresolved chord, abrupt silence]
