Shouldn't have gone to college, should've been born a millionaire Could've been writing songs instead of learning how to share If I moved to L.A. sooner or had longer, blonder hair Maybe I wouldn't be scared La-la, la-la, la-la Lying in bed, counting regrets like one, two La-la, la-la, la-la Lying in bed, counting regrets like one, two, three, four Shouldn't have talked about the wrong people Should've spent time with parents, they get old Should've spent money on eating more natural Should've known that my ex was an asshole Could've cared more, but I should've cared less Wouldn't have wasted time being upset Wouldn't treat everyone like a project La-la, la-la, la-la 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 a game, ah La-la, la-la, la-la Lying in bed, counting regrets like one, two La-la, la-la, la-la Lying in bed, counting regrets