On the day that you got married I stood and smoked cigarettes in a desolate Indiana church parking lot With your bridegrooms In their red chucks And it wasn't even a little bit beautiful At your reception hall We danced to Hey Ya and Toxic I drove home drunk And your slideshow Had more holes in it than the Nixon Watergate tapes Doesn't anybody think it's strange That nobody thinks it's strange How much of inventing a new life means cutting off old ties? Means cutting off old ties On the day your dad gave you away We hid in the bathroom with the mini-bottles Katie snuck in in her purse And we all laughed at your teenage waiter When he asked us if we wanted more iced tea Doesn't anybody think it's strange That nobody thinks it's strange How much of inventing a new life means cutting off old ties? How much of inventing a new life means forgetting to say goodbye? How much of birthing a new life means letting the old one die?