Regret always pulls me back to you
Like two pieces of shit
Whirpooling around the drain
In a flushing toilet
As I grow older, I find myself lost in the past. Not nostalgia, but looking back at the choices I’ve made and wondering if they were right. This song to me sounds like two people trapped in a cycle. They’re unable to break it and keep turning what went wrong over and over in their heads. They think they can come back to who they used to be. But we can’t go back. As much as we may want to.
Poetry Overdose 