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
Let's cut our losses at both ends and aim your car away from all our friends,
Leaving the dishes stacked in the sink
I'd keep a distance 'cause the complications cloud it all,
And mail a postcard sending grettings from the eastern bloc
Synapse to synapse possoibilities will thin or fade
Your wedding figurines i'd melt so i could drink them in