most nights

As most late nights go this is all like the rest, I wonder about my past
feel restless in my present and wonder what the hell the future really holds.
Is it true that as we get older our regrets become companion on an ever turning ocean of what ifs.
I think tonight I might try for quite, rest my heart, and tell my mind to forget.
Tonight I may try to forget
Forget the looks the slight glances the almost never taken chances.
I don’t deserve the thought of you after all this time
I wont think of maybe that day, you told my you cared and I just giggled in disbelief.
I think if I put it all away I wont have these sleepless nights.
As most nights go this is like all the rest I wonder about you in my past, feel restless your not in my present and fear I may not see you in my future.