i was just trying to make conversation the awkwardness was sinking in now i'm regretting my actions it's a waste of my breath stuck in my head i'm seeing myself a lot nothing lasts though i'll see you when i'm back
so i'll go for a walk and kick the dirt thinking of what i could've said i couldn't say a thing, and now i'm nothing
i'm nothing without what you said to me now you're gone and you've left me in two or three weeks i'll be fine, i just need to find some time to think would you ever regret talking to me?