He thinks I still care

I can tell by the look in his eye

He thinks it still matters to me

He’s afraid I’ve bought into the lie –

That his past will his future be

He thinks I still care about what

Has passed and is laid to rest

Well he may think that now, but

(Perhaps you’ve already guessed)

We all have pasts and stories and scars

We could count our faults forever

But life is short so instead let’s count stars

And promise that we will never

Find it within us to care