By Motion City Soundtrack
I'm not talking planets or galaxies and the distance just makes it worse.
I know what you're thinking, this probably sounds rehearsed.
Did this party of two have you slightly confused?
Now that our things are divided
She refuses to speak and I'm driftin' to sleep at the wheel.
The tastes test of girls, from all over the world
who refuse to except my excuses.
She put up with so much of my madness and my self-abuse
She would tend to my wounds and fill me with food when I'd stumble and drunk for breakfast,
She was right to take off before she was consumed
He left, one night. He didn't say why. He just never came home.
It was a couple days before his birthday. I'd bought him an iPod Touch, they were really popular then.
It was waiting in the closet for his birthday.
Who was the girl sitting in his car when he came to pick up his things?
Did he rehearse what he would say when I asked?
I don't know. I never asked.
I didn't put up a fight.
If he didn't want to stay, I couldn't make him.
He put up with my madness.
He was right to take off before he was consumed.
I kept telling myself it was for the best. But for who?
10 years later, the wedding dress still sits in my closet, unworn, tags still attached.