Regret

Maybe I've forgotten The name and the address Of everyone I've ever known It's nothing I regret Save it for another day, 'cause The school is out And the kids have run away I would like a place I can call my own Have a conversation on my telephone Wake up everyday, that would be a start I would not complain 'bout my wounded heart I was upset, you see Almost all the time You used to be a stranger Now you are mine I wouldn't even trust you I've not that much to give We're dealing in the limits And we don't know who with You may think that I'm out of hand That I'm naive, I'll understand On this occasion, it's not true Look at me, I'm not you I would like a place I can call my own Have a conversation on the telephone Wake up everyday, that would be a start I would not complain 'bout my wounded heart I was a short fuse Burning all the time You were a complete stranger Now you are mine I would like a place I can call my own Have a conversation on the telephone Wake up everyday, that would be a start I would not complain 'bout my wounded heart Just wait 'til tomorrow I guess that's what they all say Just before they fall apart --- Regret - New Order