I wish there was a stranger sitting in this room

Our eyes could meet each other's for the first time

Now it's just my family, a bloodshot bride, and a wasted groom

Maybe there's an angel laughing at us now

Trying to tell us something, she sure is shivering

She says, "Are you listening to me now?"

"Are you listening to me now?"

I used to have this dream, you know, but I let it slip away

I traded it for something I knew I could have, but never really wanted

Listening to me now?

Listening to me now?

Trying to say something, instead I'm just sitting here numb

I wish my mind, I wish my mind was not such a loaded gun

And I wish I was a stranger sitting in this room

Our eyes could meet each other for the first time

But now it's too late for that