Postal Service The - Nothing Better Lyrics

Would someone please call a surgeon
who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
that's sure 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

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
You know I won't hear 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 a lure I can't deny
but you've had your chance
so say goodbye

Say goodbye