Waving my dick (at the wedding)

I can't let go of the possibility,
that I let my reflection, make the decisions
If I pick up this mask, and put it back on
I'll never take it of again

I'm not over my little bitty broken heart
I'm left standing,
I'm waving my dick,
waving my dick at the wedding

I can't tell if time is moving wicked fast
Or If I'm just standing really still
If I move a muscle, If I draw a breath
Will they just stop and stare?

I'm not over my little bitty broken heart
I'm left standing
and I'm waving my dick,
I'm waving my dick at the wedding.