It's ironic how I'd fall just to get back up again
A fix to cure this ailing bitter agony
Meet me where the road parts
You remember where we first met
So tongue-in-cheek with stale irony
If it pleases you, it pleases me

Just an innocent call, a telephone call

Now, if you were in bloom I'd pluck your petals clean
Although it won't seem so, I can promise you, my ego's running me
Then I'd be called, you were the only one that didn't fold
But I just broke right down for you in an attempt to gain control
Maybe I'm a waste of time (waste of time, waste of time)

(Sacrifice another life, sacrifice another life)

You were the only one that didn't fold