My brain picked tonight, a night when the migraines are really leaning hard, a night when this kind of thing is really inopportune to repeat Cher's classic ballad

"If I Could Turn Back Time"

I thought I'd pass on the love:

I dont know why I did the things I did
I dont know why I said the things I said
Prides like a knife, it can cut deep inside
Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes
I didnt really mean to hurt you
I didnt wanna see you go
I know I made you cry
But baby

Chorus
If I could turn back time (I'd drag a fork through my Wernicke's area)
If I could find a way (To get this out of my head)
Id take back those words that have hurt you
And youd stay
If I could reach the stars
Id give them all to you
Then youd love me, love me
Like you used to do
If I could turn back

My world was shattered, I was torn apart
Like somebody took a knife
And drove it deep in my heart
When you walked out that door
I swore that I didnt care
But I lost every thing darling then and there
Too strong to tell you I was sorry
Too proud to tell you I was wrong
I know that I was blind, and darling

There. My biological drive to spread misery around is fulfilled.