Bitter Irony

You know
You're crying on my phone
About someone I don't know
Doing something, something I don't know
And I won't
Take your alibi no more
You said it all before
Something ever so hypocritical

So I call my friends to make sure I'm not alone
The story is difficult and that's not how this goes

And I was holding out for nothing and break down to my car
And it's been way to frickin' difficult to find out who you are
And it's a cold, cold, cold
Bitter irony
And I was looking for an answer cause something wasn't right
And then you turned it on the table, just way too many times
And it's a cold, cold, cold
Bitter irony

Thought I was holding out for something, yeah
When you stumbled late back home
The only time you'd call
Was an accusation calling this my fault
You tell me that you're different
But you second guess my tone
Cause in your eyes I'd done
Anything colder than your soul

So I call my friends to make sure I'm not alone
The story is difficult but how was I to know?

And I was holding out for nothing and break down to my car
And it's been way to frickin' difficult to find out who you are
And it's a cold, cold, cold
Bitter irony
And I was looking for an answer cause something wasn't right
And then you turned it on the table, just way too many times
And it's a cold, cold, cold
Bitter irony

And I was holding out for nothing and break down to my car
And it's been way to freaking difficult to find out who you are
And it's a cold, cold, cold
Bitter irony