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 of rivalry



So just say how to make it right

And 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

You're getting carried away

Feeling sorry for youself

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



So please back away and let me go



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



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 sutures



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

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