Let Go

They talk about grace in such a  tone deaf way

That it leaves one wondering

What might have been

And even though we've all been wrong

It's nothing compared to all the arguments we've had

And though I don't know how to tell you i'm sorry

You must realize if i was given the chance i would figure it out

And then when i walk by in the halls i'd be able to smile and wave

Without so much as a second glance.