I am Writing This to Avoid Making Eye Contact With My Future
I want to be at my sisters wedding.
she says she's in love and I want to believe her
a head that's too young and a heart that's too old
you always said it was dangerous
I want to bring roses and tuck them behind her little ears
she never worried about me God
so I don't know why I expected her to hear me
I guess I never thought this was going to be the end
I guess I never thought there would be an end
her eyes will look lovely behind her veil don't you think God?
I just hope one day my Christmas cards reach her
(in ways I never could)
and I hope she sighs when she tapes them to her fridge
but you should know
I don't expect that much
I want to be at my sister's wedding and
I hear you're handing out the invitations.