No Regrets

I’m getting my ‘No Regrets’ tattoo lasered off
And losing my leather for less interesting stuff
The drinks in the city swap for runs in the rain
I’m looking for somebody brand new I can blame

The cats in the rat race run round and round
Follow the staircase going up and down
My head’s in the clouds but both my feet on the ground
Leaving me behind

I’m tired of being told what I should do and should think
And new information daily sends me a-spin
Genetics we try so hard to m-modify
Run myself to ground a-just to prove I’m alive

Ah the cats in the rat race run round and round
Follow the staircase going up and down
My head’s in the clouds but both my feet are on the ground
Leaving me behind

As I read through my history with a pen in my hand
I write down my victories on the back of a stamp
I look to the left of me to see the dry land
Leaving me behind