Losing's sort of a pastime The years fly right by with the drinks It's morning in this small apartment And I just threw up in the sink
The coffee's not settling anything And I'm as tired as I've ever been I'd like to go back to Chicago But I'm not looking back there again
I've fought with all of my teachers I've fought with all of my friends I've found with the vices and sweating and shakes I'm not going back there again No, I'm not going back there again
Tonight, tonight I'm walking away Tonight, tonight I'm walking away I don't want to hear about old days What are we doing today? Fake memories, they don't impress me The old times were never that great
We got the whole city before us Tonight, tonight I'm walking away And I want to bury the past Tonight, tonight I'm walking away With bottles and dancing, whiskey and love Let's drink to the death of regret, of regret, of regret, of regret
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