How many times
Can I push it aside
Is it time I be friended all the ghosts
of all the things
that haunt me most
So they leave me alone
Move on with my life
Be certain the steps
of left and right
don't fight the direction of upright

I'd rather forget and not slow down
Than gather regret
for the things I can't change now
If I become what I can't accept
Resurrect the saint
from within the wretch
Pour over me and
wash my hands of it

It's time to decide
Which is out of my mind
Cause it'll be me unless
I put some thoughts to rest
and leave some faults behind
I'll watch the glint in my eye
Shine off the spring in my step
And could be blinding depending on
the amount of You that I reflect

Cause I could spend my life
just trying to sift through
What I could've done better
but what good do "What ifs" do?
Oh oh
Oh oh
There's something I should tell you now

I'd rather forget and not slow down
Than gather regret
for the things I can't change now
If I become what I can't accept
Resurrect the saint
from within the wretch
Pour over me and
wash my hands of it