Old Wound

If you had told me when I was sixteen
In two years, I'd be kissing her under the trees
I'd say 'I hope you're not lying
I can wait two years, that's fine with me'

If you had told me when I was eighteen
That my love would betray me, I'd call you crazy
I'd say 'no, she'd never hurt me
She is the songbird and I am the breeze'

And I don't know if she still thinks about me
I don't get how she couldn't
But I understand why she wouldn't
I spared the details, but I told him about her this week
It's an old wound now, it doesn't sting

If you had told me when I was nineteen
Someday I'd hear her name without wanting to throw up
I'd try to call your bluff
Cause I gave her everything but it wasn't enough

If you had told me when I was twenty one
Something worse was coming, or, rather, someone
I'd say 'I think I know who you mean
But I still can't leave her, and I won't change a thing'

And I don't know if she still thinks about me
I don't get how she couldn't
But I understand why she wouldn't
You know all the details about her and what she did to me
Someday it'll be an old wound and it won't sting
It'll all heal over, scar tissue, I won't feel a thing
Someday it'll be an old wound and it won't sting