[Verse 1] The champagne is warm, the room is too loud I’m finding the angle to smile for the crowd I introduced them in 2018 A party I threw, a script I hadn't seen She wore the dress that I said was "too bold" He laughed at a joke that I’d already told I watched the spark jump from his hand to her arm And I poured myself water And sounded the alarm In my head. [Pre-Chorus] [Building, anxious] I’m the architect, I drew the plans I put the map in her terrified hands She asked "Do you mind?" and I lied to her face Now I’m holding the flowers And keeping my place. [Chorus] [Soaring, melodic, heartbreaking] I wrote the toast last Tuesday night I got the cadence exactly right "To the bride, to the groom, to the love of a life" I didn't mention I practiced the "wife" Part in the mirror when no one could see I didn't mention he’s looking at me While I talk about her [Drop to whisper] Three feet away It’s the safest distance to die in L.A. [Verse 2] I edited her vows on a shared Google Doc Fixed all the grammar while watching the clock She wrote about "safety" and "feeling like home" I typed in "adventure" and deleted "alone" I gave her the words that I wanted to say She’s reading them now in a beautiful way He’s tearing up, god, he loves how she speaks He doesn't know that the rhythm is me It’s all me. [Chorus] [Soaring, melodic, heartbreaking] I wrote the toast last Tuesday night I got the cadence exactly right "To the bride, to the groom, to the love of a life" I didn't mention I practiced the "wife" Part in the mirror when no one could see I didn't mention he’s looking at me While I talk about her Three feet away It’s the safest distance to die in L.A. [Bridge] [Stripped back, intimate] His mother just hugged me, said "You’re like a daughter." I smiled and swallowed a mouthful of water. She doesn't know that I could have stopped this. One text. One look. One moment of selfishness. I could have burned it down. [Pause] But I love her too much. So I built them a castle And I won't touch. [Guitar Solo] [Crescendo — manic composure holding on by a thread] [Outro] [Music cuts out — room tone, clinking glasses, mic feedback whine] [Spoken] "Anyway... enough about the past." "If everyone could please... raise a glass." "To the happy couple." "To the bride." [Sung, fading] I’m so happy for you I’m so happy Three feet away.
