Panic at the Disco I Write Sins, Not Tragedies

Oh, well imagine, as I m pacing the pews in a church corridor, and I can t help but to hear, no I can t help but to hear an exchanging of words: What a beautiful wedding What a beautiful wedding says a bridesmaid to a waiter. And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom s bride is a whore. I d chime in with a Haven t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door No, it s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. I d chime in, Haven t you people ever he