Synapse to Synapse: the possibility's thin.  I'm dressed up for free drinks   and family greetings on your wedding   your wedding  your wedding date.   The figures in plastic   on the wedding cake   that I took   were so real.    And I kept a distance:   the complications cloud   the postcards and blips through fiberoptics,   as the girls with the pigtails   were running from little boys wearing bowties   their parent bought them:   "I'll catch you this time!"    Crashing through the parlor doors,   what was your first reaction?   screaming, drunk, disorderly:   I'll tell you mine.     You were the one   but I can't spit it out   when the date's been set.   The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.    Synapse to Synapse:  the sneaky kids had attached beer cans   to the bumper so they could drive   up and down the main drag.  People would turn to see   who's making the racket.  It's not the first time.    When they lay down  the fish will swim upstream  and I'll contest but they won't listen   when the casualty rate's near 100%,   and there isn't a pension for second best   or for hardly moving..    Crashing through the parlor doors,   what was your first reaction?   Sreaming, drunk, disorderly:   I'll tell you mine.    You were the one  but i can't spit it out when the date's been set.   the white routine to be ingested inaccurately.