Its ironic how I fall just to get back up again

I fixed to cure this ailing bitter agony

Maybe where the roads part you remember where we first met

So tongue and cheek with stale irony, if it pleases you it pleases me

Just an innocent call a telephone call

Just an innocent call



Now if you were in bloom I'd pluck your petals clean

Although I don't seem low I can promise you my egos 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



You were the only one that didn't fold