At nine o’clock sharp he turns out the lights
For the five thousandth time in a row
And drifts off to wherever he goes
While she lies in the dark, eyes pried apart
Scratching an itch in her heart
Old dreams fly cross the ceiling like ghosts
If he found the words he’d sing like a bird
Bind her soul back to his once again
But words don’t come easy to him
And if she found the time between routine and crying
For a young girl’s forsaken plan
She’d notice a pretty good man
Years broke asunder
White dresses dance overhead
Fairy tales don’t tell you nothing
It’s alright it ain’t bad, tragic or mean
It just ain’t what she thought it would be
In the space that they occupy, children they crawled and cried
Grew wings and walked out the door
And sent back Mother’s Day cards
Now somewhere out there living without a care
Babies exist on their own
And the silence it bleeds from the walls
Years broke asunder
White dresses dance overhead
Fairy tales don’t tell you nothing
It’s alright it ain’t bad, tragic or mean
It just ain’t what she thought it would be
Gold rings and lace, castles and forever afters
Replaced by the world
And the way that it so quickly turns
But sometimes from the ashes errant I love you’s
Escape from their old distant eyes
And it just keeps the embers alive
And it burns, and it burns, and it burns
It’s alright it ain’t bad, tragic or mean
It just ain’t what she thought it would be
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