[Intro]

For her, I’ll ride

My bride

Feeling numb

How to pick the pieces

At your door I pace dumb

[Chorus]

Oh disclose

This close

This prose

Oh disclose

This close

This prose

[Verse 1]

How are we feeling groom?

Pock, pock, too much

Made up, we go tall, we are up

Does it ever stop

I know overall what it says

Peel my flop to say . . .

Whittle my actions

Never gone

[Bridge]

For her, I’ll ride

My bride

Feeling numb

[Chorus]

Oh disclose

This close

This prose

Oh disclose

This close

This prose

[Verse 2]

Sorry, dad doesn’t make enough

. . . to fickle feather, lifе; a nickel gone

To me, likе we are one

I know, I evolve on

Under, you are a fan

So it goes that

[Bridge]

For her, I’ll ride

My bride

Feeling numb

[Chorus]

Oh disclose

This close

This prose

Oh disclose

This close

This prose

[Outro]

Bail my heart

Bail my heart

Impale my horror