Shouldn't have gone to college, should have been born a millionaire

Could've been writing songs instead of learning how to share If I moved to LA sooner or had longer, blonder hair

Maybe I wouldn't be scared.

Lying in bed Counting regrets like one, two, la, la

La, la, la, la, lying in bed Counting regrets like one, two, three

Shouldn't have talked about the wrong people Should have spent time with parents, they get old Should have spent money on eating more natural Should have known that my ex was an asshole Could have cared more, but I should have cared less Wouldn't have wasted time being upset Wouldn't treat everyone like a project

Lying in bed.

Counting regrets like one, two La la, la la, la la Lying in bed

Counting regrets The ones I said goodbye to The ones I gave my time to The way I never listened The way I should've tried to Ones I tried controlling The ones who left me hopeless The way that I'm afraid I made it all again

La la, la la, lying in bed

Counting regrets like one, two La la, la la

Lying in bed, counting regrets