I don't want to ever wear white,
Or have that "Mother's Glow",
We both know that dress,
Was stained long ago,
And I don't want to walk down an isle,
Because I know it would probably rain,
I am sorry if I ever drove you,
To the brink of insane,
All because I had to spread,
My hell-raising wings,
But I love the open road,
And the freedom it brings,
I feel the most beautiful,
With the wind in my hair,
Driving fast down the highway,
Breathing in the salty air.

But I'm not sorry at all,
I'm not sorry you went insane,
Because all it ever really was,
Was you losing to your own game,
My wrists will never belong,
In your desperate restraints,
They belong to my hands,
My mind and the colors it paints,
So don't let that first tear fall,
Don't let it trickle down that baby face,
Save it for some insecure, desperate girl,
You don't even have to chase,
Because I'm gone, Oh baby I'm gone,
And I'm never coming back,
I don't feel guilt because it was you,
Who put yourself in the angle of attack.