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 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...
But 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
Your heart won't heal 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 allure I can't deny,
But you've had your chance so say goodbye
Say goodbye

- Nothing Better, The Postal Service

blue's guy, pink's girl

***

so now before the blinds come down for
a final time,
between the gap,
the closing gap,
open your gap.
tell us your story
summarise your life.
keep the essence
lose the details
blur the faces
who do you no good
unburn them from your eyeballs
peel off those people who pawed you
made convenient use of you and leave--
forget about those who forgot you
and those you remember for forgetting how to connect with them
remember time
but not its cruelty
remember love
how you tried to pass it
but the parcel was dropped to the ground
dare you admit they trampled on it
and with glee too?
anyhow - the proverbial squashed cake
lies desolate.