Houston

You had just left your home Still pink out on your own When you were struck down low Tried too hard to fit in Were never one of them Started to forget the real you I don't want you to say That you'll get right I don't need a lie tonight Might not be your fault But it's not mine Please just fall in line Make you better Make you right I'd wave my hand and You'd be alright A little too late For that, it's true But I won't give up on you You You called me yesterday What were you trying to say? Sounded so scrambled and frantic More than a couple years Since I could hear you clear Starting to forget the old you I don't want you to say That you'll get right I don't need a lie tonight Might not be your fault (fault) But it's not mine Maybe I'll stop tryin', do Make you better Make you right I'd wave my hand and You'd be alright A little too late for that it's true But I won't pull the plug on you It is a little too late For that, it's true But I won't give up on you You I'm always coming back To places that we sat When we spoke of our future May not have ended up How we dreamt it up But maybe that's okay