dirty wedding dress

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Well listen I got something up on my mind

And I think it's time that we talked

There's too many interlopers that are showing up And some of them deserve second thoughts 'Cause when the past makes you wanna die a little

And dying makes you wanna work

Well then how are you gonna find any room to have a life?

I think it's time we lifted the curse Sha-la-la-la

Say it with me

I love goodbyes

Ooh

That dirty wedding dress is a promise

I knew it that night at the shore

And I knew it that night on the rooftop

I knew that she was from before

So we got married that August

And the neighbors all lost their minds

We had to board up all the windows and shoot out the drones We took the sadness right from Saturday night

Now only my people can see me

Only my people come in

Everybody outside talking like they know But no, they don't know They don't know what they think, what they thought Thought they heard What's the time where they're at What's the word, heard the word No, they don't understand these beats And they'll never get why So glory to the ones who get right Say it with me I love goodbyes

Well on tour with the band there's like a backstage party

And this reporter makes her way across the room to me

She asks me about my loss, she laughs and calls it kin She asks if I will read her latest piece

But Betty Lane, they're edging all over me

And a critic has moved up the block

Jokes he wants publishing 'cause I referenced him one time I'm like, "Yo, what the fuck?

" They're sending guys pieces for a big machine 'Cause a book deal can't even pay the rent

But Pac-Man and another artist have put a dollar in his pocket He's like, "I'm a low working-class man"

Maybe that's why mama stays down at the shore most the time

We're always meeting her there to breathe

Oh yeah, it's nice to feel special, it's nice to have a thing And it's nice to get a break from the cynical beat I think my dirty wedding suit was a promise

That I'll never let them take my soul

Yeah, you're too good to spend any time in the mud

It's your truth to behold

So how can I talk to the ones counting streams?

Or the ones who like to bully the dogs?

Or the ones who wait in line to get ripped off Just to turn around and rip someone else off Baby, aren't you sick of it all?

Now only my people can see me

Only my people come in

Everybody outside talking like they know But no, they don't know

I'm saying no, they don't know

Can you tell them that no, no, they don't know?

I'm saying no, they don't know

Close the door

And one, two, three, make it stop