[objections from the best man]
[lyrics: woodley]


note: a few of these lyrics are slightly incorrect;
this is transcribed from what I thought they were. -- andy.

the happy couple met at a porch party.
she had a star sticker stuck on her ear.
he liked the way that she watched him play guitar and she liked his beard.
she was a virgin and he was there searching
for virgins to carry off into the basement.
she spoke of sex like a nun speaks of death,
but he knew what that look on her face meant.

the happy couple found themselves walking alone on a powerful night.
maybe from loneliness, boredom or pot, everything started adding up right.
the moment of vagary fell to its knees and suddenly there was a weekend in june.
and secretly he dreamed of girls from back home
and she dreamed of funny cartoons.

won't you find the time to find yourself?
finally realize that you may not need his help.

moments of clarity seen through the fog.
princesses' charity striking the frog.
digital verities told analog.
you all just don't understand.

then one night you find out that it's too late.
you find out what you mean to him and mean to her.
the meaning's clear, you find out that you're alone with someone else.
not too late to be yourself.
i know you thought you felt it click, a switching over every single minute.
i also know you hesitated, that you waited.
he smiled like he thought he should be.
in that moment, i knew you. in that moment, i could see right through you.
the best you could do was put one foot ahead of the other.
you made your own bed in the morning.
every step you could take;
the end of a mile is that sickening smile and that sweet voice of hers.
they say everyone's cursed by the ghost of their first fantasy;
yours just happened to be part of a whimsical misdirection.
i guess it's connection, you made your own bed and i have no objection.


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