I watch the preacher talking about marriage
And it's such an awful thing
I feel like that sad bastard is staring straight at me
My brother mentioned my failed marriage
The night before he caught that plane
Like he was guilty
Like it would kill to relate

I'm getting drunk alone after this wedding
In a room full of friends
My date looks horrible with her lips painted red
I don't want to see my family
I just want to crawl back into bed
And get called an asshole
When I get lost in my head again
It's what I do every time
It's nothing new

I'll wait for disaster to come around again
It's called waiting for you
While my family says
"We're waiting for the sun to come out
On that rain cloud over you."

And now my brother's lost in Mexico
And the other one is high and driving
To San Diego with his girlfriend to start their new life
Everyone's got someone they can show off or hide
Except lonely me when I'm afraid to go out at night
Or show my face
The world doesn't need me
I'll wait for disaster to come around again
It's called waiting for you
While my family says
"We're waiting for the sun to come out
On that black hole over you."