Well we've lived too long  Much longer than we'd wanted  And we grew so dull   Far duller than thought possible  Yet our maudlin wails   Trail any hint of trauma  For though we've no hope  We're still addicts to drama  Are the depths of our sympathies so endless?  Is there anyone that you couldn't love?    The sad are wretched   And the happy are merely wrong  And you shift your pitch  To match who you'll string along  Demonstrate your love  With a straightedge and compass  And prove our lifelines   Are strictly asymptotic  Are the depths of our sympathies so endless?  Is there anyone that you couldn't love?    Are the depths of your sympathies so endless?  Is there anyone that you couldn't love?  Is the breadth of your empathies limitless?  Is there anyone that you couldn't love?