Regrets - Flop

I haven’t got a car

You haven’t got an opinion

I don’t have no regrets, baby

All the words that you’ll say someday

There were no whores in my bed, maybe

But now the leaves are convalescing

The sun is warming the baby seed

Through my mind I am quietly regressing

I’ve got everything that I need

I haven’t got no friends

Shit is a better companion

For your losses I grieve, baby

Still you better believe someday

There is no hope to retrieve, maybe