Next Step Is Out The Door

We dripped our old age worry
Into your shortened youth
For all the dreams we didn’t chase
We are sorry, we left out the truth
You feel regret all of the time
We feel it all the time

Don’t listen, No direction
Need to listen, Need a message

Write a letter to the maker
Give news of my discomfort
No failure, no function
Next step is out the door
I feel regret all of the time
I feel it all the time

Don’t listen, No direction
Need to listen, Need a message