I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave
So, just say how to make it right
Will someone please call a surgeon
And I swear I'll never wrong you again
I can't accept that it's over
And I swear I'll do my best to comply
That you're deserting for better company
And I will block the door like a goalie tending the net
I can't my darling I love you so but oh, oh
You're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures
So let me help you remember
I feel must I interject here
Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future
But you've had your chance so say goodbye
In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry
Publishers: DYING SONGS, WHERE I'M CALLING FROM MUSIC
I know that I have made mistakes
Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear
You've got allure I can't deny
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
Songwriters: Benjamin D Gibbard, J. Tamborello
Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
So please back away and let me go
With these revisions and gaps in history
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?
Say goodbye
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?