I wish that I didn't have to say, I told you so but I know that I do. And it feels so d***ed good. People say that this wouldn't work. I didn't want to believe the words as they, trickled down and out. Off of yellow teeth and venomous tongues. We'll separate and grow old. I hope this bitterness subsides over time. And we can search over and over for a brand new day. I guess I'm just a sucker for a happy ending. I wanted all of this to work out. Not for us to fall out like we did. If only calendars and opposites, didn't keep us apart. You might understand. I could understand.