Death Cab For Cutie

synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin.
i'm dressed up for free drinks and family
greetings on your wedding date. the
figures in plastic on the wedding cake
that i took were so real. and i kept a
distance: the complications cloud the
postcards and blips through fiberoptics,
as the girls with the pigtails were running
from little boys wearing bowties their
parent bought: "i'll catch you this time!"
crashing through the parlor doors, what
was your first reaction? screaming, drunk,
disorderly: i'll tell you mine. you were the
one but i can't spit it out when the date's
been set. the white routine to be ingested
inaccurately.
synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had