Why carry a huge bag that contains regret?
Why begrudge others in retrospect?
Why can't we move on and try to forget
All the drama that dare not become an epithet?
When everyone was high we ran into Sara and Dallie
And everything was fine; I didn't possibly foresee
All this damn conflict that would be there
To later put a nasty stench in the air
Two days later I snapped and blamed Sara
For calling the cops on us and striking terror
But afterward I realized that was all a lie
And Sara was so loyal that for us she would die
No, what happened was some third party called the police
And we all felt awkward like a sheep without a fleece
And while we dipped so fast to say 'peace'
Dallie and Sara were defending and protecting us from the police