Lyrics:

Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
that's sure deserving of 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 rivarily
So just say how to make it right
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
your 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 and i prepare to lecture
on why i have to leave
so please pack away and let me go

I can't my darling i love you so, 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 sutcures

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