Possessin' this hollow body like a curse; all fingers crossed and twisted under the weight of the car-door slammin'. And I don't know what's worse, tracing the footsteps in the loose dirt where you finally put your foot down... Is it better to regret it, or simply easier to just forget it?

If I could, I would.
If I would, I could.
If I didn't.
and I never did.
And I never, ever will.