Houston. We Have A Drinking Problem Lyrics

there was laughter one fall ago, now its distilled. the
remenats are tinted brown sinking to the cup tipped upfor
a toast. your window is a television lit up with a line
of pretty people waiting for their fifteen minutes. the
actors are fake friends but at least i know they dont
secretly hate me. can you hear me? can you hear me
clipping on your radio? theres a song playing on my
stereo. i sing along wishing i could become a vessel so my soul can soar, can travel back in time. i sing along
to my stereo. it always sounds better in my head. i
wanted to write a f*ck you song, now i know that the you
could be me. theres a vague resemblance in the looking
glass to a person that i once knew. maybe hed tell me,
'its a sad stale coffee cup slogan, youre not going to
make it.'

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