I’ll leave before the cake is cut —

too sweet a dish for one so sour.

I’ll stay while the priest extolls your devotion

to the one you’ve chosen.

and I’ll mutter liar

— liar —

liar—

LIAR!!

Friends and family sit in pews to witness you.

They don’t know who you really are.

You said you loved me too —

(You said you loved me too —)

And I'm standing here without you

Just a guest invited —

but not featured,

not as I had hoped —

or imagined.

I was wholly misguided

in my arriving...

So hopeful.

That closure looked beautiful in white

I should’ve stayed home.

I should’ve stayed gone.

But heartbreak loves a front row seat.

I kept hoping you'd look back — just once.

But you never once

looked back.

At me

Not once.

(Not once.)

Now you're wearing —

A white dress to forever spite me in.

How bold of you — to dress like virtue,

When you were anything but pure.

You once said, “I'll never marry — it's all a show.”

But there you were — all veil, all vow.

I was unintended somehow, but this man —

For him, you'll play the part so well.

What a silly notion, a jealous emotion

To plague me so violently just to see

You there, in lace so fair —

Looking like something stolen from me.

And I smiled, as cowards do,

standing among your friends.

My love, handed off in the church hall—

Under eyes of saints, when we both know

You don't believe -- (You don't believe)

You don't believe -- (You don't believe)

You don't believe -- (You don't believe)

In anything but how it looks.

I only wade in the moor

Was i mourning you or myself

I can't tell anymore

Maybe that's the point

This is all out of my depth

I want it back so desperately

All the parts i gave to you so freely

I want it back, give it back to me

But you've never handled things so neatly

You were everything to me but easy

Now you're wearing —

A white dress to forever spite me in.

How bold of you — to dress like virtue,

When you were anything but pure.

So I'll slip out the door --

So I'll slip out the door --