"Company Calls" by 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.