where the road parts

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

just an innocent 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

you were the only one that didn't fold

you were the only one that didn't fold

you were the only one that didn't fold

you were the only one that didn't fold

you were the only one that didn't fold

you were the only one that didn't fold