Company Calls Songtext

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 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.