Would someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
That you're deserting for better companyI 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 rivalrySo just say how to make it right
And I swear I'll do my best to complyTell 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 yourself
With these revisions and gaps in historySo 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 leaveSo please back away and let me goI 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 togetherDon't you feed me lies about some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures
I know that I have made mistakes
And I swear I'll never wrong you againYou've got allure I can't deny
But you've had your chance
So say goodbyeSay goodbye
