Nothing Better - The Postal Service

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Would someone please call a surgeon?
Who can crack my ribs,
and repair this broken heart,
that you're deserting for better company.

I can't accept that it's over,
and I will block the door,
like a goalie tending 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.


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.
I can't my darling, I love you so, oh oh.

Tell me am I right,
to think that there could be nothing better,
than making you my bride,
and slowly growing old together.

Don't you feed me lies,
about some idealistic future.
Your heart won't heal right,
if you keep tearing out the sutures.





I know that I have made mistakes,
and I swear I'll never wrong you again.

You've got allure I can't deny,
but, you've had your chance, so say goodbye,
say goodbye.