I’ll never say I told you so
when we run into each other
back home, years later, and have
a drink while we reminisce
about days gone by so fast.
I’ll hear your apology and claim
we were young, didn’t know
any better, don’t worry about it.
And you’ll feel better
thinking I forgave you
not knowing of the tears and pain
I thought were never-ending.
I’ll smile to put you at ease,
hug you like a peace treaty signature,
and at that point the past won’t matter
because this is the present
and Lord knows we have no future.
When you talk of hollow romances,
regrets, and days I’ve crossed your mind,
and if you could turn back time…
I’ll never say I told you so.