Our wedding day, Some much like the time we held hands Across the street reaching 7th ave With tea bags and cups the size of our hands No way in hell we're not telling a story But these people look at our faces With memories of sidewalk carvings And used guitar picks Treasure this moment Like the ones you hid in the tree trunk Of your 5th grade backyard. I want to be there To make the marks in your cheek Go completely oppsite And we will lie in cut grass Like nothing happened All ventures of our wedding day.