Story Behind the Song
In Late November 2002, my unofficial fiance broke up with me. This songs describes what it might have been like if we had broken up just a month or more later.
Lyrics
I'm making a list of things to do today.
I've got to call her mother and see if she's still "away"
I've got to call the florist, 'cause I know she never will
and cancel all the roses that we picked to match the veil
I've got to call the baker and see if they've made the cake,
and if they have, I'll take it, 'cause I'm sure that it'll get ate
I've got to call the pastor and tell him that it's done,
and try to hide the scars that say, "I thought she was The One"
I hope they don't see the tear stains on the letters,
'cause now I'm writing scrawls. The word cancelled blurs.
it blurs.
I hold her ring in my finger, as I try to remember how
the unbroken circle is more than broken now.
I've got to remember to take it back next week,
Of course, who'd of thought that I'd have needed that receipt?
I tried to call her mother. I was crying on the phone.
She said that my Cancelled Love is simply not at home.
The only one doing all this canceling is me.
Is that another sign of my immaturity?
There goes the bride. She's all dressed in white.
I yell, "Come back!" She's gone just like that.
And there goes my heart tearing apart.
What did I lack, 'cause it's all going black.
The crumpled letter on the floor tells me that it's real,
and numbing thoughts of what's in store tells me I can't feel.
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