The Postal Service

Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
that's sure deserving of better company
I 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 rivarily
So just say how to make it right
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
your getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself
with these revisions and gaps in history
so let me help you remember