Yeah, about that.

I know by now you hate me, I get it.
Soon you will forgive me or forget about me;
whenever that happens, you’ll be better off.
You’ll swing a beer amongst friends;
quietly, or loudly, you’ll say goodbye to your heartache.
You’ll blame me for things I did not do,
but since nobody will contradict you, I will be guilty of all.
Your mates will swing beers with you;
noisy cheers, the welcome back type.
You’ll be better off.