The Barber's Unhappiness Lyrics - Singles - The Matches

Do me a favor, would you please 

hang up the receiver on me 

before I, before I talk my vocabulary dry. 

[Chorus:] 

Cold colas to coexist 

hold sodas in both her fists 

I...I'd hoped for a different you. 

there's comfort in the clamor of cafs 

solace from the abyss of days 

I...I'd hoped for a different you. 

still I trace your gaze 

but that's stalker praise, and I lack the turn of phrase 

Do me a favor, would you, my Doe 

Don't come over later, don't spend two days in a row 

I know my pre-calculated charm will soon run low. 

[Chorus] 

Every morning through Ma's twin rose trellises 

grammar, middle, and Lake High 

barber college, through Ma's twin rose trellises 

I'd planned to pick for you a rose; my hell, this is 

a plan's as close as I'll ever get; my hell, this is 

I haven't yet, I haven't yet, I haven't yet... 

[Chorus] 

Do me a favor, be rational 

save me the labor of the breakup call 

just assume the worst 

when the phone don't ring, dismiss me to the hearse