Sweetened possessive farce Our saints become sparse And it's an option to be transparent So in your soul, that it's inherent Now that you've found your wings -(You want to fly)- Now that I've done those things -(You've said goodbye)- [Bridge] It would be ample, if only you'd trample, What you could not choke in life... Choke, (x4) Now that you've sold your soul What was the human toll? And oh, your sacrifice (Your sacrifice) And oh, what my vice? (You were) [Bridge]... [Chorus]: -(I could)- Could be anyone -(I could)- Could be anything except for you ...(repeat) ...Except for you Anything except for you, no... It had to be a lie... it didn't rain twice... The clouds over my head, But I'm not dead yet... [Chorus x2] ...Except for you, (x4)