I feel i must interject here…

Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
That you’re deserting for 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 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

I feel I 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
So please back away and let me go

I can’t my darling i love you so…

Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together

Don’t you feed me lines 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 again

You’ve got a lure i can’t deny,
But you’ve had your chance so say goodbye