*~tie the knot~*
you called me a heretic because i wore black to the wedding
i could have worn red
i could have worn nothing at all
all those talks about how much i meant to you
how we would drive to mississippi
just to see
you would write songs in the backseat while i drove
stop every now and again at some roadside attraction
for a beer
for a picture
for a fuck
it was all so goddamn inspiring
misery makes for juicy song lyrics
all that heartache and piss
i didn't sign up for this adventure just to be your muse
what about me
yeah
and her
her
you know she won't be anything more than a golden tiara on your balding head
some idol to put up and show off to your friends
nothing with any real substance
they never knew about me
she doesn't know either
i can tell
it would be global fucking news if i told her
wouldn't it
maybe showed her the polaroids from the ol' glory hotel
does she know how you like it
with the blinds open
and your hands tied
or how you said you loved me by the "world's largest ball of string"
well
i hope your happy
and no
i won't change my mind
or the colour of my clothes
blame it on the bad weather
or on some quirk of my nature
tell her i didn't mean her any harm
tell her she better never let you go
oh
and here's some string