She said she couldn't take a sip
her weary worn out heart couldn't deal with it
one more drink
would surely lead her to think thoughts of her lost past
and her worn out path she traipsed around at night
by the light of the television

the shutters shuttered darkness
and the wind chimes
chimed no wind

taken back
taken aback

we waited for a moment
and wrote it all down

we took our chances
we took our regrets, bottled them up
and whispered
into one another's ears
as we watched the world pass by in colors and their metal lovers
but, as fate would say
as fate would have it all
we asked for a call from the preachers court
to put us in our places
to come on over
and speak to our faces
and speak
and yell
and carry their voices
across our horrible, misguided choices

as your hand brushed across my neck
as my best friend called us out
and let the worried world know our secrets
I couldn't believe
you couldn't imagine
the response that came

the pages were written
and the book was a wrote
the magazines clamored and the television cluttered our thoughts

i stood you up
and took a vow
and you said no
you said it wasn't new
and nothing's new
and everything about you was missing
while you worked out your problems
a, b, and c
remember me