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; destroy this 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.
Set your sights; destroy this partyline,
'cause it's so tired.
Set your sights; destroy this mock-shrine,
'cause it's so tired.
I'd keep my distance 'cause the complications cloud it all,
and mail a postcard sending greetings from the Eastern Bloc.
Synapse to synapse: possibilities will thin or fade.
Your wedding figurines: I'd melt so I could drink them in,
and drink them in, and drink them in...
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.
Set your sights; destroy this partyline,
'cause it's so tired.
Set your sights; destroy this mock-shrine,
'cause it's so tired.
Set your sights; destroy this partyline,
'cause it's so tired.
Set your sights; destroy this mock-shrine,
'cause it's so tired.
