Death Cab For Cutie

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.