Always Comes Back

There are some things we regret before we give up.

We stop wanting any, and can't get enough.

My everything else dropped the ball on my head.

I could have not started. I won't stop, instead.

She went from ecstatic to unhappy, quick,

With the one filthy habit that she couldn't kick.

She never asks, 'cause there's not much to know.

He doesn't ask when she's ready to go.

She still acts like she likes what she sees.

She always comes back, but not to me.