Death Cab For Cutie

Cath, she stands with a well-intentions man
But she can't relax with his hands on the small of her back
And as the flash goes first
She holds a smile like someone would hold a crying child
And soon everybody will ask what became of you
And 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 are oppressed