Rough hands

Song of the day;;

→ Panic! At The Disco - I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Oh, well, imagine

As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor

And I can't help but to hear

No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words

What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding, says a bridesmaid to the waiter

And, yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore

I chime in with a

Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things

With a sense of poise and rationality

I chime in

Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things

With a sense of

Oh, well, in fact

Well, I'll look at it this way

I mean technically our marriage is saved

Well, this calls for a toast

So, pour the champagne

Oh, well, in fact

Well, I'll look at it this way

I mean technically our marriage is saved

Well, this calls for a toast

So, pour the champagne, pour the champagne

I chime in with a

Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things

With a sense of poise and rationality

I chime in

Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things

With a sense of poise and rationality again

I chime in

Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things

With a sense of poise and rationality

I chime in

Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things

With a sense of poise and rationality again