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Houston Calls A Collection Of Short Stories

She needs a crutch, needs a crush feel the rush infatuation she needs a way to feel the same that she once did he needs a lot less than she seems to be

more chances then I'm gone for good She is reaching outer limits with him He treads thin ice So damn thin that he can sense the water at his feet At the start he was a

all ties to start all over again calling all tickets the train leaves in minutes sits near the window she turns her back on the city she once called

So with this drink I can surrender and ten later I pretend To have you to hold you I relive all the things I should've said Like what's wrong I'm not

the words to "am i wrong" a song i've only heard while sipping whiskey living out a lie a perfect portrait hosting you and i a made up romance, my

're hung up on the wall in place I'm hung up on your glowing face You've had enough to drink tonight Let's raise a glass to all the lights They're