Complicated
Last thing I remember was the bedroom
And giving up while passing out
I swear the bride was aiming at the bridegroom
But not beyond all reasonable doubt
I've got to get the facts straights
Don't bring me down
My memory's never been great
There must be witnesses around
Testify
Aint got no alibi
And it gets so complicated
On the run
Don't even own a gun
It gets so complicated
Woke up feeling like my head exploded
Staring down the barrel of a gun
I didn't stop to ask her "˜Is it loaded'?
I could tell her Daddy wasn't there for fun
I tried to make my escape
Up across the roof
This stories bent out of shape
Guess it's time to tell the truth