There is always a place for regrets To store them, to leave them Come back to them when necessary Sometimes their storage is a mistake Remembering things you wish you'd never want too Mistakes once said in the depths of an argument Now you shudder for once speaking out of term But that's what regrets are made to make you feel A flippant remark or an unsought comment Words on a text that they should never have seen Taking them places they should never have been As regrets, We've had a few Lets not make that mistake again labelled number two Stepping back into that wrong sanctimonious queue As now we know whats right and whats true,