My nerves are shot And august is hot As I choke on this tongue and this tie In a wooden pew I sit watching vowes cross the pool pit Funny how I do sound like goodbye They tied streamers and tin cans to the back of the hearse I give you my blessing just to carry this curse And I'll drive away alone But I guess it could be worse It's not raining on your wedding day Ain't it just like the loser to find his peace of mind Sometime around two-thirty am New lovers hold hands, exchange numbers then plans As I sneek out the same way I walked in Trudging my way through the muck and the mire After flirting with disasters hotter sister desire There'd be times I'd try harder But tonight I'm just tired Neither one sticks around anyway As you walk down the isle I'll make me a list Of all the things that good men does When it's all said and done it doesn't mean that I'm one It just means that you once told me I was Well loneliness emits the same smell as cigarettes Lit and dragged down to the middle Though I reek of an ashtray I swear to god that I'm okay I'm not lonely Well maybe a little So I'm taking up space at this karaoke bar Waiting in a line of numbers to pretend I'm a star I sing it out of my dreams Get into my car Maybe we'll just drive away Yeah maybe we'll just drive away It's not Alanis' fault It's not ironic at all Just like rain on your wedding day