When the stars align
I won’t think of you
I’ll no longer be with you
No more plans of our honeymoon
It started with a crisp green apple
And you, riding on your jet black bike
Overdosing on Percocet
Calling me for help
Over and over again
Pink dresses and lavish decor
With you I knew I always wanted more
Like fountains and the ocean, sea breeze
You stand and I fall to my knees
Over and over again
No more plans of our honeymoon
We’re filing our divorce papers soon
I can’t help but think is it my fault
But you were the one tearing me apart
Over and over again
I won’t think of you
