We met in a dingy dish room,
In a restaurant in the shopping district,
We were both lonely and looking
And a little on the desperate side.
Sneaking around on your girl was a challenge
Hiding you from my dad was a double dare,
Two months without the slightest notion,
We pulled a fast one on everyone.
Impulsively we moved in together,
I paid the deposit and first month,
And you paid for a carton of smokes,
I brought furniture, you bought rum.
The shit hole the landlord
Called our apartment complex,
Convieniently housed its very own
Drug dealers, just a knock away.
We discussed getting married
You bought me a dress at a yardsale.
I bought a beautiful wedding set, for show
Quarter carrot princess cut in white gold
We strolled past the chapels in Vegas
You tugged my hand and pointed
We could be married by Elvis
Dressed in Flintstones constumes.
In a panic I said we couldn’t afford it
$99 is nothing compared to what it would
cost for me to regain my dad’s respect.
Eloping equals betrayal.
Without dad, who’d help us with the bills
When your paycheck was short,
Due to too many sick days
Too hung over to go to work.
I’d probably have to get a third job,
To support your habits and mine.
I’d have to drop out of school,
And devote my future to scraping by.
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