lauraleebohlin

Cath, she stands with a well-intentioned man,
But she can't relax with his hand on the small of her back. 
And as the flash bulbs burst, 
She holds a smile like someone would hold a crying child.  








And soon everybody will ask what became of you, 
'Cause your heart was dying fast, and you didn't know what to do. 

 Cath, it seems that you live in someone else's dream, 
In a hand-me-down wedding dress, 
Where the things that could have been are oppressed. 
But you said your vows, and you closed the door, 
On so many men who would have loved you more.
Soon everybody will ask what became of you, 
'Cause your heart was dying fast, and you didn't know what to do.  

The whispers that it won't last roll up and down the pews.
 But if their hearts were dying that fast, 
They'd have done the same as you.
 And I'd have done the same as you.