Where the Road Parts - The Dear Hunter

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