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...
I will block the door like a goalie tending the net
In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry...
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I feel 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
These are some of the lyrics to The Postal Service's Nothing Better. My roommate and I have been pretty obsessed with this song over the past few weeks, mostly because it's very catchy and gets stuck in your head easily, but also because it plays very well in the background while we study. However, I have slowly come to the realization that these lyrics portray my situation a little better than I would want them to.
Due to some ... interesting text messages, I have lost a friend that I did not really want to lose, but need to get over now that it's over [I feel must interject here you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself].
On a different note, here's a little something that I'm writing right now:
Ideals, running through my mind, like ideas and unwritten papers and lyrics to songs I heard in 7th grade,
HEY! Get-get-get-get-get over it!
Let it go, this too shall pass....
I've gotta get a message to you, hold on, hold...
We make a good team, you and me, we do. You can scratch my back, and I'll scratch my back, too!
When we're drivin in the car, it makes my baby seem so far; I need you to be here with me and way over in a bucket seat...
Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future; your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures...
You're my sunshine; and I want you to know; that my feelings are true...
And then worst of all, you never call baby, when you say you will.
Hold you in my arms, I just wanted to hold you in my arms, I just wanted to hold...
