we think they got how they wanted to feelnthen discovered five minutes til wedlock,nall the mirrors were crackednthe suns settingnbring out the rumnwe heard that brownnosing bridesmaidnshe said that someone's second guessingnso bring out the rumnthis love is a reaction to indifferencennangels pass this over like some biblical fall outnnin sensing something socially mechanicalnwho's playing anglesnwhen sometimes things are held too clinicalnbullshitters, they (we) say there's two type of men that chase their loversnthe one who cries and the one who's too stubbornnnwe think we're getting how we want to feelnand in no way will it suffernwe're still drinkingnso bring out the rumnthey're going to show us a good timenwith or without a ceremonynbring out the rum!nsome love is a devotion ot indifferencennwe're verified by a numbernyou're talking to failurenwe buccaneered our mild manners just to be herennwhat you don't believe or see now you will know laterni idolize this man that you will know laternwe got a ways to go before we idolize this manni think we should go because i'm sensing something......