The glasses rise, the toast goes up
To the bride and groom, we wish you luck
But he sits there looking bored
If you were happy, you'd be smiling more
But you always ran away
Looks like you have learned to stay
But I was always second best
It's so hard to see you wear that dress
And we share a fleeting glance
You've got something but it ain't romance
Here the song that the band starts to play
The first time, in your room, that same day
And the notes that I wrote from the shore
What went wrong?
Why'd I ask for more?