Nothing Better by Postal Service, The

Will 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: I will block the door
like a goalie tending the net in the third quarter
of a tied-game of 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
then making you my bride and slowly growing
old together

I feel I must interject here, you're getting carried
away, feeling sorry for youself 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