Sometimes we do things

that don’t quite make sense.

and we try to forget them,

but the memory’s too intense.

The key to regretting

is not about a wish

it’s the fact that you care enough

to keep falling, to languish.

Every day we do things

that we’ll someday recall

It seems so simple now

but you’ll hit a brick wall.

And you’ll wish and you’ll wish

that you weren’t reminded

but regret is permanent

until memories are blinded.