Regret Lyrics - The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than The Driver Of The Screw And Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do - Fiona Apple

'Member when we argued o'er the concept of regret? 

You were an expert even then but not me; not yet 

Now, all you gotta do's remind me that we met 

And there - you got me - that's how you got me - you taught me to regret 

'Member how I asked you why are you so mean? 

You didn't know how to react to being seen 

I tried to be your friend, you made me shamed, so I'm getting e'en 

And there - you got me - that's how you got me - you taught me to be mean 

But I ran out of white doves' feathers 

To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth 

Every time you address me 

Oh, I ran out of white doves' feathers 

To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth 

Every time you address me 

'Member when I was so sick and you didn't believe me? 

Then you got sick too and guess who took care of you? 

You hated that, didn't you? Didn't you? 

Now, when you look at me, you're condemned to see 

The monster your mother made you to be 

And there - you got me - that's how you got free - you got rid of me 

But now I ran out of white doves' feathers 

To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth 

Every time you address me 

Oh, I ran out of white doves' feathers 

To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth 

Every time you address me 

Alone 

Leave me alone 

Leave me alone, leave me alone 

Leave me alone, leave me alone 

Alone