If I could keep my memories in a bottle
I’d save them up for when I’m sad
I don’t mind going in circles
I’d hold on to what I had
Like gentle breeze
Weak in the knees
Oh something sweet
Maybe coz
I do regret
Gotta confess
Always attached
To the past
Wind back
Let’s go right back to the beginning
When I wasn't insomniac
You know it’s wrong when you’re not sleeping
So turn around
For what it's worth
If I could keep my memories in a bottle
I’d view them all in cycle
Like gentle breeze
Weak in the knees
Oh something sweet
Maybe coz
I do regret
Gotta confess
Always attached
To the past