Company Calls - Death Cab for Cutie

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.