from me on your big day, love, isn’t this sweet? I’m breaking out and running blinded into the street. This one can’t wait, I’m so ashamed. Sorry, I regret to say that you have made such a big mistake. Still, I’m in line to see the hit parade. I was late. Why? I went to the bar. That’s kind of fucked up, seeing how I don’t drink. It was then that I realized, I’m the poorest of sorts, far less than you hoped for. Swore to uphold and be there by your side on the day that you reserved. Forget and run, I couldn’t damn you to the life I’m dreaming of. Sorry, I regret to say that we have seen better days. Still, I’m in line to see the hit parade. I was late. Why? Who’s at the bar? That’s kind of fucked up and oh, by the way, it was then that I realized I’m the poorest of sorts, far less than you hoped for.