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