• The Used-Cut Up Angels

    by TinaZieba on October 17, 2004
    If we cut out the bad, well then we'd have nothing left Like I cut up your mouth The night I stuffed it all in And you lied to the angels Said I stabbed you to death If we go out the same time Then they'll clean up the mess I lost my head You couldn't come This slice to my brain almost feels like a gun Watch you bite into the bottle Watch me kick out the chair Let you chew up the glass And laugh as you just hung there I had thought of rose pedals Most were perfectly pure Then I thought of your pedals And the abuse they've been through I lost my head You couldn't come This slice to my head almost feels like a gun You lost your head I couldn't come This slice to my head almost feels like a gun I told the angels Can't stay in heaven I asked the devil, the devil - the devil If we cut out the bad, Well then we'd have nothing left Like I cut up your angels You stabbed me to death I lost my head You couldn't come This slice to my brain almost feels like a gun You lost your head I couldn't come This slice to my brain almost feels just like a gun
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  • HIM-Right Here in My Arms

    by TinaZieba on October 17, 2004
    She's smiling like heaven is down on earth and sun is shining so bright on her And all her wishes have finally come true And her heart is weeping this happiness is killing her It's cause she loves She'll be right here in my arms so in love She'll be right here in these arms she can't let go She'll be right here in my arms so in love She'll be right here in these arms she can't let go Oh no So hard she's trying But her heart won't turn to stone oh no And she keeps on crying But I won't leave her alone She'll never be alone She'll be right here in my arms so in love She'll be right here in these arms she can't let go She'll be right here in my arms so in love She'll be right here in these arms she can't let go And she'll be right here in my arms so in love She'll be right here in these arms she can't let go She'll be right here in my arms so in love She'll be right here in these arms she can't let go She'll be right here in my arms so in love She'll be right here in these arms she can't let go Oh no She'll be right here in my arms so in love She'll be right here in these arms she can't let go She'll be right here in my arms so in love She'll be right here in these arms she can't let go
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  • Thrice-The Artist in the Ambulance

    by TinaZieba on October 17, 2004
    late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal red light, can't stop so i spin the wheel my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone now i lay here owing my life to a stranger and i realize that empty words are not enough i'm left here with the question of just what have i to show except the promises i never kept? i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets i hope that i will never let you down i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares it gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right, i know that there's a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have there's a line drawn in the sand, i'm working up the will to cross it rhetoric can't raise the dead i'm sick of always talking when there's no change i'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal red light, can't stop so i spin the wheel my world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from the greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound
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  • Vanessa Carlton-White Houses

    by TinaZieba on October 17, 2004
    Crashed on the floor when I moved in This little bunk alone with some strange new friends Stay up too late, and I'm too thin We promise each other it's til the end Now we're spinning empty bottles It's the five of us With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust I can't resist the day No, I can't resist the day Jenny screams out and it's no pose 'Cause when she dances she goes and goes Beer through the nose on an inside joke I'm so excited, I haven't spoken And she's so pretty, and she's so sure Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her The summer's all in bloom The summer is ending soon It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone But I hold on to your secrets in white houses Maybe I'm a little bit over my head I come undone at the things he said And he's so funny in his bright red shirt We were all in love and we all got hurt I sneak into his car's black leather seat The smell of gasoline in the summer heat Boy, we're going way too fast It's all too sweet to last It's alright And I put myself in his hands But I hold on to your secrets in white houses Love, or something ignites in my veins And I pray it never fades in white houses My first time, hard to explain Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think He's my first mistake Maybe you were all faster than me We gave each other up so easily These silly little wounds will never mend I feel so far from where I've been So I go, and I will not be back here again I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses I lie, put my injuries all in the dust In my heart is the five of us In white houses And you, maybe you'll remember me What I gave is yours to keep In white houses In white houses In white houses
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  • CKY-Close Yet Far

    by TinaZieba on October 17, 2004
    who said that i wasn't right? i've lived for years without a life don't have a sould on my side still ridiculed despite how hard that i have tried don't take me under your wing i don't need a hand, don't need anything i've got a roof over my head as if i'd rather be alone with me instead close yet far drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are and i'll tip my hat to those who can't believe it's me and i never never never ever wanted this to be i can hear the sounds of the city sunrise and set are the same to me a hesitating pulse is good company and my reflection offers no apology but who said that i wasn't right? and i've lived for years without a life don't have a sould on my side still ridiculed despite how hard that i have tried close yet far drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are and i'll tip my hat to those who can't believe it's me and i never never never ever wanted this to be close yet far drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are and i'll think of days when there was something to believe and i never never never ever wanted this to be
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