Death Cab For Cutie

Synapse to Synapse: the possibility's thin.
I'm dressed up for free drinks
and family greetings on your wedding
your wedding
your wedding date.
The figures in plastic
on the wedding cake
that I took
were so real.
And I kept a distance:
the complications cloud
the postcards and blips through fiberoptics,
as the girls with the pigtails
were running from little boys wearing bowties
their parent bought them:
"I'll catch you this time!"
Crashing through the parlor doors,
what was your first reaction?
screaming, drunk, disorderly:
I'll tell you mine.
You were the one
but I can't spit it out
when the date's been set.