Susannah at the Wedding

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)