The Regret

I ain't ready
 I ain't ready
 Don't put me in that pine box yet
 This here whiskey kept me busy until I could get my mind off of you
 It's been hazy
 Yeah real hazy
 The past eight months have been a bitch
 Now I'm ready
 Yeah I'm ready to start all over without you
 I'll get up, up, up
 I might be bloody
 I've got more regrets than anybody should
 The good times we had are gone and they ain't coming back
 Well I'm sorry
 Yeah I'm sorry
 I never meant to do wrong by you
 Now I'm sober
 Yeah I'm sober
 There ain't much else that I can do
 All my bridges
 All my bridges have long ago gone up in flames
 Well I'm trying
 Yeah I'm trying to get it together despite you
 Why should I care?
 Why do i care?
 I've been taking all the blame for everything that's been going wrong with you
 I could have been a better son and a better man