Complicated - Chrome Molly

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