Regrets

If you buy a house and the cellar smells of semen
Or there's a demon
Well looks can be deceiving
You got a kid and they bring in a friend
You wish your kid was like them
But of course you'd never tell them
You'd never tell them

Life's like California
Like the homeless on the streets
Like on TV
Nothing's like it seems
Some things I wish they told ya
Would be kinda neat
Just press repeat
Regrets flow underneath
Just press repeat
Regrets flow underneath
Just press repeat
Regrets flow underneath

And while we're talking about other regrets
Wish you hadn't met her
But yet you married her still
Ironically, she thinks quite the same
There's really no one to blame
It's just the way we're thrown into this

Life's like California
Like the homeless on the streets
Like on TV
Nothing's like it seems
Some things I wish they told ya
Would be kinda neat
Just press repeat
Regrets flow underneath
Just press repeat
Regrets flow underneath
Just press repeat
Regrets flow underneath

Don't want to go home to you

Yeah
Fucking tell them
Fucking tell them now
Fucking tell them now
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Kosta Kapalidis
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