Maybe one summer, in a few years
I'll be the aging party girl
Hungry for the seventh time that week
I put my shoes on, one by one
Just like a person should
I work up my nerves
And then I wake up from the dream
Feet planted firmly on the brides side
(Haven't you gotten tall?)
I say my prayers through gritted teeth
(Another maze to solve)
Stuck bringing flowers to a gunfight
And I can't even say what I think
So I go out and bring home a drummer
Tug at the strings to be safe
Thought I would cry but I didn't
I wanted to anyway
And I wanted to love you that summer but
She got in the way
Susannah at the wedding, swears I'll be okay
I crack your window
Just smell a bit of seventh grade
I'll keep coming back
Until someone calls the police
Trade in a secret for a rewrite
(Exception to the rule)
Sit pretty for the third degree
(He brings back boys from school)
A hothouse flower in the limelight
And I don't even look like me
So I go out and bring home a drummer
Tug at the strings to be safe
Thought I would cry but I didn't
I wanted to anyway
And I wanted to love you that summer but
She got in the way
Susannah at the wedding, swears I'll be okay
There's no room in you for the things that I like
(If you asked i would have come
But I don't say it's where I'm from)