Tell me the thing you regret?
It’s not that I wish we’d met
Any time before we did
But what did we do waiting there?
I can’t remember life before you and me
It seems strange to contemplate
Haven’t I always known your face
Sitting there filling up my space?
Haven’t I always known you
It feels that way to me
What were we before we met
Is that what you regret?
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