This is the kind of song you play and think mournfully to yourself, "That's right, you crazy fool."
The problem is, crazy fools are crazy. So they don't even understand what they've lost. So then, you don't have the satisfaction of believing they'll ever know what they lost.
Life would be so much more fun if I knew those who'd rejected me were laying awake at night, tossing and turning with regret.
Sadly, I think I'm going to have to be satisfied with living well instead. I'll live at them.