I wonder often how my life could be different

If my lips wouldn’t have kissed 9 beer bottles
Would they have had the courage to touch yours?
If my pockets never felt my hands leave
Would you have slipped yours in as well?
If I wouldn’t have told you how I felt
Would you have told me about your feelings?
I guess I worry too much about the past
I wouldn’t take any of it back
Regret nothing and move forward