But I saw her look at you with scorn
Saw you wince under her frown
And the last time you said those words
Was the last time you held me in your arms

Some things change, some things don't
Another ring, another start
But the pain and the joy of something real
Cannot be replaced by a perfectly tailored suit

The flowers are abundant; confetti rains
You're a handsome couple; a photographer's dream
The in-laws are already thick as thieves
But you died that day and I felt guilty

She asks you to sew up the hem of her dress
The thread's the wrong colour but it's all that you have
And when you pick it up to start
Everything unravels in your hands, in your heart

There you stand, desolate
The woman beside you is a woman you hate
But when love doesn't work out
What else can anyone do?