The Usual Things - What Kind of Man lyrics

Can't say that I regret much of anything But if I regretted not breaking your heart Well what kind of man would that have made me? Well, to start, it would have made me yours Well I guess this is the man I've become Writing songs on a Sunday with no one Parking lots and street lights Your baby's not coming home tonight Write you a letter, baby Don't leave out any insults 'cause I'll be on top In my head we're doing fine Yeah, in my mind, yeah, you're loving me all the time Well I guess this is the man I've become Writing songs on a Sunday with no one Having you been my only regret I suppose I can live with that We're doing fine