Call Me When You're Sober
Released on: Call Me When You're Sober - Single / The Open Door
Composers: Terry Balsamo & Amy Lee
The Open Door version (3:35)[Chorus] Don't cry to me. If you loved 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 only deceiving Ourselves and I'm sick of the lie. And you're too late. [Chorus] Couldn't take the blame, Sick with shame. Must be exhausting to lose your own game. Selfishly hated, No wonder you're jaded. You can't play the victim this time. And you're too late, so [Chorus] You never call me when you're sober. You only want it 'cause it's over - Oh, it's over. How could I have burned paradise? How could I - you were never mine. 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. |   |
Acoustic Version (3:37)[Chorus] Don't cry to me. If you loved 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 only deceiving Ourselves and I'm sick of the lie. And you're too late. [Chorus] Couldn't take the blame, Sick with shame. Must be exhausting to lose your own game. Selfishly hated, No wonder you're jaded. You can't play the victim this time. And you're too late, so [Chorus] You never call me when you're sober. You only want it 'cause it's over - Oh, it's over. How could I have burned paradise? How could I - you were never mine. 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. | |
Johnny Vicious Club Mix (7:42)Don't cry to me. Don't cry to me. Don't cry to me. Don't cry to me. If you loved me -
Don't cry to me. If you loved me, You would be here with me. You want me? Come find me. Make up your mind.
Lose it all, So maybe you can remember yourself. Can't keep believing; We're only deceiving Ourselves and I'm sick of the lie. And you're too late.
Couldn't take the blame, Sick with shame - Must be exhausting to lose your own game. Selfishly hated, No wonder you're jaded. You can't play the victim this time. And you're too late.
You never call me when you're sober. You only want it 'cause it's over, Oh, it's over. How could I have burned paradise? How could I? You were never mine. [Chorus] |  |
