(2... 3... 4...) So, um, how was your weekend? ... Mine too. So, what are you doing this weekend? Um... Hypothetic’ly, would you go out with me, if I asked you today -- in a hypothetical way? ‘Cause metaphoric’ly, you are the air that I breathe-- like, I need you ev’ry day ... well, not literally ev’ry day ... I mean, I breathe more than once a day ... just, whatd’ya say? (2... 3... 4...) So, um, do you like sci-fi movies? ... Oh, well, I do ... Like, “Star Wars” is pretty cool because it pioneered a bunch of special effects and introduced the “Hero’s Journey” story structure to modern cinema, but if you mean, like, hard sci-fi, I would ... Um... Hypothetic’ly, would you see a movie with me, if I knew how to say the words exactly that way? ‘Cause rather frequently, I get off-topic quickly and end up rambling away ... but I was saying ... oh our date! Well, not necessarily “a date” ... so, whatd’ya say? Hypothetic’ly, theoretic’ly, I mean, like, possibly, or even plausibly, would you potentially, or tentatively -- I mean if there’s anything more than, like, a zero percent chance that we -- like, that is, like, you and me -- or like, I guess it could also be ... Oh, yeah, I should probably get to class too ... I’ll see you later! ... ... La-da-da da-da-daa. ... ... La-da-da da-da-daa. La-da-da-da da-da-da da-da-daa, la-da-da da-da-daa. ... ... Would you go out with me?

Speedin’ like a bullet, so full of myself burnin’ right past you, darlin’. Flyin’ like a commet, out of nowhere I felt this feelin’ like I was fallin’. Woah, I’m fallin’ for you; I’m fallin’ on through, missin’ the mark. Woah, I’m fallin’ for you; I’m fallin’ on through, back into the dark. Falling through the empty too fast to get out, I’ll never get away, and I know it. Accellerating inward, velocity -- straight ahead: falling right into orbit. Woah, I’m fallin’ for you; I’m fallin’ on through, missin’ the mark. Woah, I’m fallin’ for you; I’m fallin’ on through, back into the dark. Dancing through the stars, always playing hard to get, never letting me forget. But ev’ry thousand years or so, after all the tears have dried, I will get another try. And we can collide, and the seas will be vaporized, and the sky will fill with the smoke and debris, rising from the crater that used to be me, ah yeah! Woah, I’m fallin’ for you; I’m fallin’ on through, missin’ the mark. Woah, I’m fallin’ for you; (you know I’m fallin’,) I’m fallin’ on through, back into the dark.

If you want my heart, then cut it out, ‘cause you’re bleedin’ me down to the bone. What’s left to talk about? If you’re leavin’ me, please let me know? I’m going home. Got your claws in me deep, and you’re selling my sleep to the nightmares you call your expectations. And you sing like a siren, with flashing red lights when you’re dragging me through your explanations. When you move through the light, the light moves through you, ‘cause you’re hollow with nothin’ inside! If you want my heart, then cut it out, ‘cause you’re bleedin’ me down to the bone. What’s left to talk about? If you’re leavin’ me, please let me know? I’m going home. You don’t wear a disguise, you just cover your eyes while you tear me apart and then deny it. And you breathe like a hurricane, rattle the window pane, shatter the glass to see inside it. When you move through the light, the light moves through you, ‘cause you’re hollow with nothin’ inside! When I met you, I promised my heart: You were broken and missing a part. Now you’ve changed and I just want to end this. I’ll give you my heart, but my heart isn’t in it. If you want my heart, then cut it out, ‘cause you’re bleedin’ me down to the bone. What’s left to talk about? If you’re leavin’ me, please just take my heart, just cut it out! ‘Cause you’re bleedin’ me down to the bone. What’s left to talk about? If you’re leavin’ me, please let me know? I’m going home.

I look at her, she glances back. Hope fills my heart, and then it’s slashed in half: Once again, she only wants to discuss her “super” crush. I roll my eyes just a little bit-- heard this before and I’m sick of it. Can’t she see that he’s me, dressed in cape boots and spandex? What’s the diff’rence between he and I? We’re the same person, but he can fly. I look through glasses, he looks through walls-- either way, I’m catching you when you fall, if you just call for me. I wanna tell her, but I shrug away: she’d be in danger: that’s the price to pay. But at this rate, mortal peril might count as a second date. What’s the diff’rence between he and I? We’re the same person, but he can fly. I look through glasses, he looks through walls-- either way, I’m catching you when you fall, if you just call for me. When they break out, try to take you away from me, I will fly in; he’s the only one you’ll see (through me). What’s the diff’rence between he and I? We’re the same person, but he can fly. I look through glasses, he looks through walls-- either way, I’m catching you when you fall, if you would just fall for me, for me, for me, for me.

We’ll hold each other closely, as we watch the radiation set with a glow, just like the sun we used to know, woah. And we’ll dance to the static, as the ash begins to fall, just like the snow, by the light of an incandescent bulb. ‘Cause I, I don’t mind that the world ended and left us behind. So if you don’t mind, I’d like to fall in love with you til the next end of time. Well, I can’t forget the sounds -- the air-raid sirens, drowned by screams -- before they shut the door on all the dreams I had before. And I saw you in the bunker, like an angel far from home, and staring ‘cross the hall, I fell in love, as the world outside dissolved. And now I, I don’t mind that the world ended and left us behind. So if you don’t mind, I’d like to fall in love with you til the next end of time. And when you’re lost out in a storm, just know you’ll never be alone. And when the acid rain begins to burn, we’ll all go home. Now I, I don’t mind that the world ended and left us behind...

Summer fell easily enough, all its magic rubbing off on us. We carry the sun, like a picture, or a song that we would sing when we were younger... Has it really been so long? There will always be more summers; there will always be more time; but I’ll regret them all, if I don’t still this heart of mine. The sky is clear enough to see the stars glancing off the hoods of empty cars. And though I don’t feel cold, there’s a hand I’d like to hold if it were just a little closer... Could I ever be so bold? There will always be more summers; there will always be more time; but I’ll regret them all, if I don’t still this heart of My eyes open to the sound of closing doors; one by one, I’m counting down to yours... Summer fell easily enough... There will always be more summers; there will always be more time; but I’ll regret them all, if I don’t still this heart of mine.

Do you hear a tapping from your chamber door? Could it be the ghost of the love you lost? Could it be Lenore? Do you hear an echo when you speak her name? Coming through the noise, could it be her voice? Could you be insane? Do you hear your heartbeat growing louder still? Does your spirit burn when the tapping returns from the window-sill? Do you hear the flutter of this raven shorn? Could this be a sign from your love divine, from your sweet Lenore? Could Lenore be watching, even though she’s died? Did she send this bird, because she’s trying to reach you from the other side? Is it wishful thinking? Is it just a dream? Now the raven lands on a statue stand where the lamplight streams. Do you hear it speaking, when you ask its name? Seldom spoke a bird such a solemn word as its sole refrain. Do you feel enlightened? Do you feel despair? Does this prophet know, where the angels go? Has it seen her there? Could Lenore be list’ning, even though she’s died? Did she hear you call, and is she trying to reach you from the other side? As the words leave your lips, and you look to this bird, are you coming to grips with the chance that your pining might not be returned? There’s no-one tapping at your chamber door; Quoth the raven, “Don’t call me anymore.” Yes, Lenore is happy, even though she’s died. Well, she isn’t bored and she isn’t waiting on the other side. There’s no-one tapping at your chamber door; Quoth the raven, “Don’t call me anymore.”

Death is calling, you’d better go in for dinner. The sky is falling; the air is getting thinner. And I am flying, ‘cause I’m so in love with you; now I’m crying, but tomorrow I’ll see you too, tomorrow I’ll see you. When you go, you’ll know just where to find me by the glow of the light that you’ve put inside me. When you’re alone, I’ll always be beside you in the soul, in the jar you picked out to hide me in. Now where do we begin? Death is waiting, you really shouldn’t keep her. The sun is fading; the stars are getting steeper. And I’ll be writing, just to say that I’m missing you. Now I’m hiding, but tomorrow I’ll see you too, tomorrow I’ll see you. When you go, you’ll know just where to find me by the glow of the light that you’ve put inside me. When you’re alone, I’ll always be beside you in the soul, in the jar you picked out to hide me in. Now where do we begin? I feel it setting in: the world’s caught in a spin, just like, just like it’s always been. Death is pleading: she’s really getting worried. My heart’s not beating, but we’re not in a hurry. And I’ll be right here, no I’ll never be far from you. Now it’s night, dear, but tomorrow I’ll see you too, tomorrow I’ll see you. When you go, you’ll know just where to find me by the glow of the light that you’ve put inside me. When you’re alone, I’ll always be beside you in the soul, in the jar you picked out to hide me in. Now where do we begin?

Nothing's ever gonna change. I see you as you walk by, and I can’t help but notice: you’ve failed to notice me again. ‘Cause when I see you, // (Nothing's ever gonna change.) and when you see me too, // (It seems like it's been a while.) it's not the same // (I can't help but notice) lens we're looking through. // (your halfhearted smile.) 'Cause when I look at you, // (And when I look at you,) you'll just stare on through, // (you'll stare on through,) you'll stare on through, // (you'll stare on through,) through me. // (through me.) Nothing's ever gonna change. // (Nothing's ever gonna change.) (You're acting strangely;) // I'll see you step in your car, And then, you're gonna drive real far // (These days you seem so far) away // (away) from me. // (from me.) And then I'm prob'ly gonna cry, // (Remember when we used to play) but when I turn around, there you'll be // (on the playground you promised to be) to the end: Always a good friend, // ((always a good friend,) just a good friend to me. // (truly a good friend to me?) But when I see you, // (But when I see you,) and when you see me too, // (and when you see me too,) It’s not the same // (it's not the same) lens we're looking through, // (lens we're looking through,) 'cause when I look at you, // ('cause when I look at you,) you'll just stare on through, // (you'll stare on through,) you'll stare on through, // (you'll stare on through,) through me. // (through me.) But it won’t change the ending, and it won’t change the past, so what’s the point in us pretending that it was ever going to last? (Like watching a disaster unfolding,) (time is moving too slow;) I’m counting every fragment and fracture, // (I’m counting every fragment and fracture,) as we struggle to let go. // (as we struggle to let go.) But how can you not see it after so long? // (But how can you not see it after so long?) And what more could I do? (And what more could I do?) I haven’t ever even really written a real love song-- // (Have you ever even really written a real love song--) one that wasn’t about you! // (one that wasn’t about you?) But I’m not gonna miss you, // (But I’m not gonna miss you,) I mean how could I miss you? // (I mean how could I miss you?) Because I already miss you-- // (Because I already miss you--) when I see you, // (when I see you,) and when you see me too, // (and when you see me too,) It’s not the same // (it's not the same) lens we're looking through, // (lens we're looking through,) 'cause when I look at you, // ('cause when I look at you,) you'll just stare on through, // (you'll stare on through,) you'll stare on through, // (you'll stare on through,) through me. // (through me.)

I sit here waiting by the door, wond’ring why you never came-- one hand on the telephone, I waited, but it never rang. Well, one day, I’m gonna figure you out, and there’ll be nowhere you can hide from me: I’ll wreak my revenge, like I know you want me to; I’ll wreak my revenge... on you, on you. I sit here with my broken heart and slightly oozing brain, trapped inside your pretty little mason jar, drowning in your novacaine [sic]. But one day, I’m gonna figure you out, and there’ll be nowhere you can hide from me: I’ll wreak my revenge, like I know you want me to; I’ll wreak my revenge... on you, on you, oh! And when the floods roll in, and you’re all alone with no one left to blame; when the curtain goes up, and the spotlight leaves you standing there in your shame; when the walls begin to fall around you with a crashing sound, just remember that ev’ry thing that goes around... I sit here with my lack of self-esteem, wond’ring why I never, ever, ever, ever, ever dream. I stare for hours at my Star Wars toy collection, and realise I’m bursting at the seams -- I must be bursting at the seams! But one day, I’m gonna figure me out, and there’ll be nowhere I can hide from me: I’ll wreak my revenge, like I know I want me to; I’ll wreak my revenge, like I know you want me to; I’ll wreak my revenge, like we all seem to want me to; I’ll wreak my revenge, like we’re beggin’ and pleadin’ me to; I’ll wreak my revenge... revenge... on you

Zero, one, ten, eleven! Some said earth would end in fire, others said in ice, or nuclear war, or zombies -- with ev’rybody dyin’ twice. Well, those were all good guesses, and I’d like ‘em all just fine, but now we’ve got these robot overlords, and this is where I draw the line! I said, I don’t want the robots walkin’ up and down my street, shooting lasers and clangin’ their metallic feet. Bring back the good old days -- come on, baby, read my lips: I’d rather have an old fashioned armageddon than this robot apocalypse. Some said earth would end in demons, others said in light, or Mayans, or aliens, or global warming, or even Nostradamus (right!). Then, when the Skynet went online, you can guess that I was real ticked off! So I up and joined the resistance, to kick some robot Asimov! I said, I don’t want the robots walkin’ up and down my street, shooting lasers and clangin’ their metallic feet. Bring back the good old days -- come on, baby, read my lips: I’d rather have an old fashioned armageddon than this robot apocalypse. But you know, maybe it’s not all that bad. It’s just that this is the first end of the world I’ve ever had, and these robots are makin’ a real big mess. When it comes to the apocalypse, beggars can’t be choosers, I guess! I said, I don’t want the robots walkin’ up and down my street, shooting lasers and clangin’ their metallic feet. Bring back the good old days -- come on, baby, read my lips: I’d rather have an old fashioned armageddon than this techno-, electro-, mechanic, automatic, syncronized, globalized attack of guys with laser eyes, and copper wire, cars on fire, engineering spreading fear, and BEEP BOP BOOP BEEP, it’s a robot apocalypse!

Woah, oh, woah, oh. Woah, oh, woah, oh. Woah, oh, woah, oh, oh. Woah, oh, woah, oh. Woah, oh, woah, oh. Woah, oh, woah, oh, oh. I never got better. It’s all been pretend. I just didn’t wanna tell you so, ‘cause, well, you’re such a good friend. I never got better, I just put on this smile, acted like it really didn’t matter, made believe for awhile... that I ever got over you. Woah, woah, but I’ll keep smiling for you. Woah, woah, inside I’m dyin’ over you. I never got better. Believe me, I tried. But you know when you said what you said? Well, when you said that, a little part of me died. I never got better. I fooled ev’ryone else; I just know the words for how I feel about you, so I can’t fool myself. And I never got over you. Woah, woah, but I’ll keep smiling for you. Woah, woah, inside I’m dyin’ over you. Woah, woah, but I’ll keep smiling for you. Woah, woah, seems like it’s all I ever do! Oh, woah, oh. Woah, oh, woah, oh. Woah, oh, woah, oh, oh. Dyin’ over you. Oh, woah, oh. Woah, oh, woah, oh. Woah, oh, woah, oh, oh. Can you cure this disease? ‘Cause it’s not getting any easier, and I think that this might be the end of me. Can you cure this disease? ‘Cause it’s not getting any easier, and I think that this might be the end of me. Was there something I missed? Could it be I just suck at listening? ‘Cause I know that I’m nothing like a friend should be. I never got better-- but I wish I didn’t let it get to me. I feel pathetic, ‘cause I’m tryin’ to forget you, ‘cause I can’t keep dyin’ over you-- can’t cure this disease, I wish that leaving it alone was easier, and I’m not as sure as I pretend to be. I never got better, I never got better, I never got better, I’ve gotta stop dyin’ over you. I’ll never get better, I wanna get better, gotta get better, I’ll never get better, I hope I get better.