You went into the kitchen cupboard
Got yourself another hour
And you gave half of it to me
So we made our own computer
Out of macaroni pieces
And it did our thinking while we lived our lives
It counted up our feelings
And divided them up even
And it called that calculation perfect love
So we made the hard decision
And we each made an incision
Past our muscles and our bones
Saw our hearts were little stones
Pulled them out they weren't beating
And we weren't even bleeding
As we lay them on the granite counter top
We beat 'em up
Against each other
(I'm so glad Regina Spektor is back.)
