The Regret - 500 Miles To Memphis

I ain’t ready

I ain’t ready

Don’t put me in that pine box yet

This here whiskey kept me busy until I could get my mind off of you

It’s been hazy

Yeah real hazy

The past eight months have been a bitch

Now I’m ready

Yeah I’m ready to start all over without you

I’ll get up, up, up

I might be bloody

I’ve got more regrets than anybody should

The good times we had are gone and they ain’t coming back

Well I’m sorry

Yeah I’m sorry

I never meant to do wrong by you

Now I’m sober

Yeah I’m sober

There ain’t much else that I can do

All my bridges

All my bridges have long ago gone up in flames

Well I’m trying

Yeah I’m trying to get it together despite you

Why should I care?

Why do i care?

I’ve been taking all the blame for everything that’s been going wrong with you

I could have been a better son and a better man