Friday, March 20, 2009

Call Me When You're Sober

This song, besides the sheer greatness of Amy Lee's voice is one I relate to for two reasons.
I am currently dealing with someone who refuses to grow up. Someone who needs to put down all the things in his life that are self destructive. But he can't see it yet. So honestly, I have told him to, call me when he is sober. It's not even that he is a drunk. He just has more lessons to learn. One of them being self control is a good thing. Another being people will help you more when you help yourself.

But I learned a long time ago, you cannot want something for someone. It doesn't change anything.So here I sit, on the sidelines, waiting for my dear brother.

Now the other reason this song relates to me. Karaoke. Laugh go ahead. It's fine, my feelings aren't hurt. BUT Amy Lee Girl or Evanescence Girl would be disappointed I'm sure.Now she is a girl who sounds very similar to the lead singer of this band, who cannot stray her voice away from this exact sound. She drives me up a wall. So another singer at work and I have planned to sing this song one day in front of her. Before she has signed herself up for the myriad of Evanescence songs that are sure to follow. Karaoke doesn't really have rules, but I'm pretty sure when someone sings your song, before you, your ass will not get up there and sing it later. The crowd will surely turn on you.
Haha. Karaoke Wars... I realize how trivial my life seems after I have just explained this.

So at long last here you go...

Call Me When You're Sober
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.

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.

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.

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.

You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
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.



haha karaoke wars. I'm still laughing.


...rock.on.

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