I’m trigger happy with my patience
Taking sedatives to stop the shaking
Priorities are changing daily
She’s indifferent to the head she’s breaking
He’s marrying the girl I can’t stop
Marrying the girl I can’t stop
Marrying the girl I can’t stop staring at
This man doesn’t laugh but he talks
Like a billboard with a logic complex
Crashes like a spirit in an avalanche
Lock him up in sound-proof perspex
Because he’s marrying the girl I can’t stop
Marrying the girl I can’t stop
Marrying the girl I can’t stop staring at
She glows in the dark
She’s hiding something behind those sunglasses
Shut out the world behind her stellar eyes
Her arrival coincides with his departure
Boarded up her face is galvanised
She doesn’t speak to them much these days
She no longer considers them friends
You’ll only ever see her with her hat and sunglasses on
They make her look twenty again
He’s marrying the girl
He’s marrying the girl
He’s marrying the girl
This song I sing for Charlotte’s friend
She looks even better now I think back
I’ve been conditioned eye contact’s a limit
She makes my head swim and my life retract
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