Nothing Better - The Postal Service

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

Then 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?

(Tell me, am I right?)

Don’t you feed me lines

About some idealistic future

(Tell me, am I right?)

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