I should let it go and press reset I’m still trying to get wise to your games I should have gotten wise by now I was so wrong I should be buried Beneath some large body of water Bury the hatchet and burn the bridges Harboring an old grudge so gangrene Let bygones be bygones but I can’t let up ’92, we came home from the comic book store You asked me to make a first-grade decision I chose the cartoons and you walked out While I clung to the towel in the first floor bathroom Cure me with false witness That’s the funny thing about regret Your anchor I would never amputate I still sleep with gritted teeth I wish I could let it go and press reset I still haven’t let go of that cloth