n the lesson of love, there’s a lot to learn,
and everybody’s got their long, sad story.
A little heartbreak, a little heartburn—
these things come with the territory.
But when it’s all said and done, I got no regret.
You wanna learn how to swim, you gotta expect to get wet.
I won’t even remember your name a hundred tears from now.

Well, I was just another toy for your affection,
just another sucker for a phony valentine,
just another doll in your collection,
just another psyche on your disassembly line.
You broke my heart, you did me wrong.
I may be devastated, but not for long.
I won’t even remember your name a hundred tears from now.

Soon you’ll be yesterday’s news, and I don’t dwell in the past.
I’ll just chalk you up to experience.
You weren’t my first, you won’t be my last.
You gotta kiss you some frogs before you find you a prince.

A heart too eager to hope offers no resistance.
A heart too eager to love tends to romanticize.
But now I see you more closely, from a distance—
To tell you the truth, you ain’t no big prize.
To lend perspective to this melodrama—
in the book of love, you’re just a comma.
I won’t even remember your name a hundred tears from now.