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