Sitting here in a hotel room. Waking up in the afternoon. Its November 22nd so I've heard we just talked 12 hours ago. But now I'm half way to New Mexico. Selling out our story for a dime. These words are all I have to give you. Tell me and I'll be just what you want. This is not a choice taht I'm makingMy life is all I have t give up. I recall our last conversation. Late last night in college Station. Now Texas seems like a promise I can't keep. I told you I'd be home by Thanksgiving. But if I can't tell you what I'm feeling. When I show up it's not really me. These words are all I have to give you. Tell me and I'll be just what you want. My heart once was yours for the taking[My life is all Ihave to give up. I recall like yesterday the zydeco an the trumpets played. As we danced all night long in New Orleans. As I pulled you close to me You said don't let go but now I see. That there's nothing left for us to go back to. These lies are all I have to give up. My life is all I have to give up. So as I say my last goodbye in a letter that is hard to write. I think os all the things I never said. Like I'm sorry for all of the lies. And never seeing all that times. You kept me holding on to what we had