No Regrets in the Rearview

[Verse 1]
We were kids with crooked halos
Sharpie hearts on broken desks
Chasing dares like they were prayers
Taking every twisted test
Laughing at the warning labels
Pocket full of "just this once"
Turned our fears into a fable
Burned the map and called it trust
[Chorus]
These are the scars that write my name
Every wrong turn fed the flame
All of the bad ideas
Built the bones of who I am
I won't beg the past for change
Wouldn't trade the mess we made
Every bad decision
Cut the shape of my conviction
No regrets
No regrets in the rearview
[Verse 2]
We mistook the edge for shelter
Stayed out where the vultures fly
Let the loudest fools advise us
Called their poison solid ground
Picked our idols from the ashes
Copied all their fractured moves
Stitched a soul from fractured patterns
Till the chaos finally fit
[Chorus]
These are the scars that write my name
Every wrong turn fed the flame
All of the bad ideas
Built the bones of who I am
I won't beg the past for change
Wouldn't trade the mess we made
Every bad decision
Cut the shape of my conviction
No regrets
No regrets in the rearview
[Bridge]
[Band drops to half-time, guitars cleaner, vocal intimate then rising]
I blamed the world
I blamed the mirror
Tried to scrape my history clean
But every cut
Made me clearer
Every crack let something in (oh)
If I could go back
Would I listen?
Would I walk a straighter line?
Or would I light that fuse again
Just to feel myself ignite?
[Chorus]
These are the scars that write my name
Every wrong turn fed the flame
All of the bad ideas
Built the bones of who I am
I won't beg the past for change
Wouldn't trade the mess we made
Every bad decision
Cut the shape of my conviction
No regrets
No regrets in the rearview
(Yeah, no regrets)
No regrets in the rearview

rock, Anthemic modern rock with male vocals, starting on clean palm-muted guitars and roomy drums, then building into big choruses with overdriven power chords and stacked gang vocals. Middle section drops to half-time with tom-heavy groove and ambient lead guitar, then ramps into a soaring final climax with octave leads, crash-heavy drums, and shouted ad-libs.