Mrs. Ben Gibbard Warning: Incest
She's so stunning in her maid of honor dress.
Compared to her, your white one is nothing but a wispy cloud to the glorious sun.
She's standing there as you walk down the aisle.
Your eyes should be on him, but she is all you can see.
You wish it was her.
You wish it wasn't forbidden.
The ceremony goes by without your permission.
You faintly remember saying, "I do" to the boy in the tux.
You had turned your head just enough to say see her mouth the same.
The reception is happy, at least for everyone else.
The dress is itchy.
You motion at her to follow you to the bathroom.
You lock the door.
She press her up against the wall, desperate to feel her love.
You put your mouth to hers, her warmth makes you tingle.
You close your eyes and feel her for one last time.
You know she hurts just as much as you do.
She leaves you sitting on the floor.
You are broken.
You are alone.
You are Mrs. Ben Gibbard.
Compared to her, your white one is nothing but a wispy cloud to the glorious sun.
She's standing there as you walk down the aisle.
Your eyes should be on him, but she is all you can see.
You wish it was her.
You wish it wasn't forbidden.
The ceremony goes by without your permission.
You faintly remember saying, "I do" to the boy in the tux.
You had turned your head just enough to say see her mouth the same.
The reception is happy, at least for everyone else.
The dress is itchy.
You motion at her to follow you to the bathroom.
You lock the door.
She press her up against the wall, desperate to feel her love.
You put your mouth to hers, her warmth makes you tingle.
You close your eyes and feel her for one last time.
You know she hurts just as much as you do.
She leaves you sitting on the floor.
You are broken.
You are alone.
You are Mrs. Ben Gibbard.