A Letter Unread

If only I could say that I had no regrets but looking back
There isn't much I managed not to fuck up yet

Cause I'm a drunk, a liar and a theif
Unable to crawl out of bed
Blind to the nights I've spent knowing the end result
Yet diving in anyway,
wasting my days away
Sick from the thought of every way I went wrong

Five years spent,
breaking the glass that I couldn't mend
Well I'm done with it so I'll drink it in
Swallow my pride and begin to end

I just want to love myself
So maybe I'll put this bottle down
Trade it in for memories and some form of dignity
I can't live with it, so I'll just live without
And take back myself,
Flush this illness out

I'm so sick of how my mood swings with this February snow
I hate how I can't see the sunset from the corner of Chebucto
And I've accepted all responsibility I own
'Til I'm drowning in my penitence,
A sinking stone

Six years spent, as I sat on idle hands
Wondering is this all I will amount to?
Is this all I have to give after what I've been through?
Things are different now
If there's any good in the world I will find out

Grasping at straws
I need a way to settle in,
It's torn me down
And built me into an object to just find comfort with

Maybe some day I'll be able to say I have no regrets
Maybe some day I'll be able to say I have no regrets