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 and 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 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. oh 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 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