Wedding Bells کے بول

It's five A. M wake up and smell the disappointments It's clear to me you've made your choice, again Its clean cut, routine, brown paper bag I can't blame you cause I've never walked in your shoes Driving home from your nine to five I hope you reminisce the front seats and sounds that made you feel alive Is this all that I have left? Was it the all night, silent fights with your extra baggage? With your back straight through the door, I swear I'm doing fine Dear brother, where have you been these days? I swear its been years Dear brother, I'm never coming back My new lover, you have my back and all my heart and your best intentions on my mind