Houston Calls

A Bottle Of Red, A Bottle Of Spite

Houston Calls


She stares out the window 
Counts raindrops until tommorrow 
Today sees her crying 
While Sting sings about the breath you take 
She'll take fighting chances 
Run head first into a brick wall 
Cause what doesn't kill her 
Makes it all just seem much closer 

She needs a crutch, needs a crush 
Feel the rush of infatuation 
She needs a way to feel the same that she once did 
He needs a lot less than she seems to be 
Too much to handle 
He won't say much 
Just leaving her in the dark 

The tension gets thicker 
The wine helps to counter-act the pain 
Her whine makes him crazy, so crazy that he's about to break 
To throw out his morals 
Would just seem to beg the question 
Is this really worth it? 
A risk he's sure not willing to take 

So she says, "To spite my face, I'm cutting off my nose for you 
I know you'd do the same thing too 
Revel in what you'll miss out 
You played me for a fool this time 
Good luck with all your future tries." 

So now it's done 
Say goodbye to the chance that was once within your reach 
Kiss farewell to your loss, to your lack of decency 
You'll never know what you missed, what you could have found in me 
Insincere is the word to describe you best from me