She went off to the great Northwest
With nothing but a wedding dress
And what little might have been left of her virtue
Nothing I could say or do
Could prevent her from going through
Marrying the S.O.B. what asked her . . . first
I was left recounting days
And wondering how things might have changed
If only I’d have had the nerve to tell her
How fate had made us meant to be
My love for her and hers for me
Like Victorian poetry unspoken
I knew I had always loved her, I knew I had always loved her
She called me on her wedding night
A little drunk or little high
And asked if I had anything to tell her
I said you know you can’t be calling me now
You took his name and you said those vows
She told me in no uncertain terms then to hell with you
And she said I never really loved you
She told me I never really loved you
She said I never really loved the way you wanted me to
They settled down but not too well
Their ever after went straight to hell
Who cheated on who now it’s hard to tell and doesn’t matter
She called and asked if I remembered her
Said she’d like to go back to how things were
And just before I threw that goddamned phone into the river
I told her I don’t want to love you, I said I don’t want to love you
I told her I don’t think I can love you the way you want me to
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