The Open Door : Call Me When You’re Sober !

Don’t cry to me

If you love me

You would be here with me

You want me, come find me

Make up your mind

Should I let you fall

Lose it all

So maybe you can remember yourself

Can’t keep believing, we’re ony deceiving

Ourselves and I’m sick of the lie

And you’re too late

Don’t cry to me

If you love me

You would be here with me

You want me, come find me

Make up your mind

Couldn’t take the blame

Sick with shame

Must be exhausting to lose your own game

Sefishly hated, no wonder you’re jaded

You can’t play the victim this time

And you’re too late

Don’t cry to me

If you love me

You would be here with me

You want me, come find me

Make up your mind

You never call me when you’re sober

You only want it cause it’s over

How could I have burned paradise?

How could I? You were never mine

So don’t cry to me

If you loved me

You would be here with me

Don’t lie to me

Just get your things

I’ve made up your mind