Rachel Spellman
As she trys to re-establish her pride
Hushed voices throw pity and taunt
The wedding dress sits in her closet to haunt
Cake from a party that never took place
Grows stale and starts to resemble her face
A drink in the left hand, her heart in the right
Its about to be one Hell of a wedding night
She walks into the local rundown country bar
Gazes at a young guy strummin his guitar
Remembers a dream she had long left behind
Wonders if she's too lost for anyone to find
Drives home to check if the machine is blinking
Tonight is a night for sobbing and drinking
A drink in the left hand, her heart in the right
She toasts to herself on her wedding night
He walks confidently into her bedroom
Like he's been some sort of perfect groom
He says, darling, we can work this out
No, HELL NO, He watched her shout
He never saw the kitchen knife
Which would end his useless, unfaithful life
A drink in the left hand, her heart in the right
The brides charged with murder on her wedding night