There may have been
Something in the air
When I looked over at you
and said I do

Perhaps my cold feet
warped me out of this white suit
Zapped me somewhere far off
to eat a warm bowl of soup

I think when the stars aligned
They must've told beautiful lies
When they sang
praises of you

But I've soaked you in for months
Even years —
And I know that deep down
I was not meant to dock at your pier

A picket white fence
Breaks down in tears
My longing to breakaway in song
Materializes all your fears

That I am nothing
but a lowly trooper—

My feet itch when
these hands are tied
And I know that I lied
when I said I do
When I said I could do forever
with you
© JKeMac