And soon everybody will ask what became of you.

Cath, she stands with a well-intentioned man

But she can't relax with his hand on the small of her back

And as the flashbulbs burst

She holds a smile like someone would hold a crying child

 

And soon everybody will ask what became of you

'Cause your heart was dying fast, and you didn't know what to do

 

Cath, it seems that you live in someone else's dream

In a hand-me-down wedding dress

Where the things that could have been all repressed

But you said your vows, and you closed the door

On so many men who would have loved you more

-Death Cab for Cutie

 

Trying something a little different as far as SPs go. I've also been thinking about starting 365 or 52 weeks.

Done