Houston Calls - A Bottle Of Red, A Bottle Of Spite lyrics

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