And I'll keep singing that song I wrote for you
even though, you're miles and miles away
but it's a twisted dream in this kinda world
where nothin' ever goes your way.

You will not wait for me and I understand that,
really I do, it's just that caged memories
and ghosts 13 cents short of a bus ride home
are more painful to hold than you'd think.

See, a wannabe husband's promise
is almost never enough and he always finds a way
to replace his perfect girl right before the day
she says yes and the fairy tale begins.

So I'll keep singing this song that I wrote for you,
even though, you're miles and miles away,
and it's been almost a year
since I was replaced by her.