coffee, college, cigarettes,
there's no place here to hold regrets,
but they occasionally manage to slip in for awhile.
it's nothing I can't drink away,
now that I know how badly I want to do just that.

packed away and labeled in little boxes,
dust is gathering on the picture frame,
that you gave to me after graduation.
how could we have known how little time we had?

and I'm sorry,
                          I'm sorry.

I'm not coming back for the past
it will **** me,  break me,  own me,

and I'm sorry,
                          I'm sorry.

I have no room for weaknesses now,
the spaces are reserved,  my heart is closed.
I turned to sand, and ash,  I slipped away.
where were you to save me?

I'm not going to remember you in four years,
so I suppose it's just as well.