Texty:
Houston Calls The End Of An Error

It's like we know the words and melodies But we're singing them in half time. I lean in closer Feel you breathing But your eyes look away, and I stop

I'll just take off I'll take off so you'll know just what I had to do To become what I am right now. I won't run now, I won't run I'll hold it down

Green screen me onto movie scenes And the blurry picture turns from grey. Save me from an eternity Of wishing I never went away. How can you watch

the times that still feel true (And you remember how bad the crash is) The rest you can lie through (Good emotion) A cigarette stained with lipstick sits beside an

I?m leaving loves behind While finding time to rhyme Mistakes with what?s at stake No, that?s just too contrived Can I get a little taste of your lips

or compensation I'll show it all through a demonstration of unapologetic, sincere demeanor so you'll recognize I'm for real here. I'm not reinventing, don't call