The Groom Lyrics

You make it a game where you are the tyrant.
You rewrite the rules and you dictate the outcome.
And I played along; I was the scoundrel.
But I had a friend, an accomplice, a partner.
There are chat shows full of people who would have your head.
There's a man at a hotel desk who knows your name, knows your face.

Unrelatable, but irreplaceable, neighbor's couches, hemmed-in house.
We watched as the skyline grew lighter and wider, my own executioner, my love.