"Table 19" by Kid Dynamite

How many times have I shut my eyes and hit myself in the
head? Over something that i could have done....should have
done and what should have been said? Well, oh well. I guess
I'll have to think of something else to do. What the hell. I
think I'll sit around and sulk over you. Complain and cry! I
don't know why. What a fucking waste. GO! How many times
have I shut my mouth and wished a hole through the wall? Now
and then. I shake my head. Now it's dead because I made the
wrong call. What's a day without regrets? To me it's nothing
new. How many times have I regressed just when i thought of
you?