ฉัน : Will someone please call a surgeon

Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart

That your'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

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

เธอ: 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

เธอ: So please back away and let me go

ฉัน: I can't my darling i love you so...

ฉัน: Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better

Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together

เธอ: Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future

Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures

ฉัน: I admit that i have made mistakes and i swear

I'll never wrong you again

เธอ: You've got a lure i can't deny,

But you've had your chance so say goodbye

Say goodbye…

Nothing Better-The Postal Service.