We can write about it
'till we're blue in the face,
suffocate ourselves
clutching empty pillows.

We can cry about it
'till our tear ducts run dry,
wallow in the mire,
say we're having no fun,
infused with our ethanol.

But make no mistake,
it doesn't matter what drastic measures we take,
they ain't never coming back.

So it's best,
we hold onto our smiles
& save the pleasant memories.