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?