I was going to just post part of the lyrics, but.. it just didn’t feel right.
Nothing Better – The Postal Service.
Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
That your’re deserting for better company?
I can’t accept that it’s over…
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 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…
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