I’ll bring the you should haves and didn’ts. You bring the sorry’s and wouldn’ts. I’ll bring a bottle of rue. Red for me, white for you. You bring
the plate of anguish, and we’ll make a sandwich of too little too late. We’ll drink a toast to all of those who let us down, with a
chaser of it isn’t fair. Those are swell with the lemon squares~ We’ll swallow the bitters in the bottom of our empty glass. Then we’ll laugh as we eat the hors d’oeuvres of “we didn’t deserve”