The Postal Service - Nothing Better

Will someone please call a surgeon

Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart

That your're deserting for better company?

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 must interject here

you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself

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

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 lines about some idealistic future

Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures

I admit that i have made mistakes

and i swear i'll never wrong you again

You've got a lure i can't deny

But you've had your chance so say goodbye

Say goodbye