(guy)
Would someone please call a surgeon
who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
that you’ve deserted for better company
I can’t accept that it’s over
and I will block the door
like a goalie attending the net
in the third quarter
of a tied game rivalry
so just say how to make it right
and I swear I’ll do my best to comply
tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
than making you my bride and slowly growing old together
(girl)
I feel I must interject here
you’re getting carried away
feeling sorry for yourself
with these revisions and gaps in history
so let me help you remember
I’ve made charts and graphs
that should finally make it clear
I’ve prepared a lecture
on why I have to leave
so please back away and let me go
(guy)
I can’t my darling; I love you so
(both)
oh oh
(guy)
tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
than making you my bride and slowly growing old together.
(girl)
Don’t you feed me lies about some idealistic future
You know I won’t hear right if you keep tearing out the sutures
(guy)
I know that I have made mistakes
and I swear I’ll never wrong you again
(girl)
You’ve got a lure I can’t deny
but you’ve had your chance
so say goodbye
Say goodbye
-Taken from Nothing Better by The Postal Service
I know the lyrics for this song seems kinda cheesy, but it also has this sad truth about it. Especially in the way it was producted and recorded.
