Re-Invent the Wheel

Re-Invent the Wheel

Here’s my theory:
if you’re going to swim,
don’t be afraid to get wet.
If you strike that match,
don’t be afraid to burn,
baby, burn.
Don’t take my hand,
I’m not ready to forgive you yet.
I don’t want to feel your heartbeat
or your hands tangled in my hair.
I just want you to admit it,
you were wrong,
you were so wrong.
It’s not rocket science, babe,
there’s no mathematical formula
and no solutions to dissolve.
You can’t just hit the backspace button,
there’s no such thing as a “do-over”.
You can’t re-invent the wheel.