Texty: Teen Idols. Nothing To Prove. Something Old, Something New.

Something old something new something special supposed to be designed from me and you something borrowed something blue something crazy that won't turn out the way we want it to ringing bells hopes in wishing wells pretty flowers that smell throwing rice they'll think we're so nice my suit your gown of white stained glass rays it's just a show for them that doesn't matter anyway and far away they'll hear trumpets play on our wedding day our plan in store the night before we'll pack our things and tip-toe through the house and out the door 'ran away for something more' reads the note laid on the suit and gown we never wore and far away we'll hear trumpets play on our wedding day