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