A Bottle Of Red, A Bottle Of Spite Lyrics - Singles - Houston Calls

She stares out the window 

Counts raindrops until tomorrow 

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 

With a rush 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."