Lyrics:

I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you,'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck.I'd squeeze a heart through my fingertip but i type too slow to make expressions stick.And it's like TV with a microchip.Set your sights to sink the partyline, 'cause it's so tired.Set your sights! destroy this mock-shrine, 'cause it's so tired.Let's cut our losses at both ends and aim your car away from all our friends,Leaving the dishes stacked in the sink.I'd keep a distance 'cause the complications cloud it all,And mail a postcard sending grettings from the eastern bloc.Synapse to synapse... possoibilities will thin or fade.Your wedding figurines... i'd melt so i could drink them in.