Jessi Collins

BEST

Country

There’s  a kind of pain,
You shouldn’t survive 
I search the lines  in your face,
 to see if your  lyin’ 
The words “ it’s  over”   hang in the  air
You can hear a pin drop, 
from way over there
My  heart stops cold ohh no no no 
I can’t breath in here 
 
You said, I held the keys to your heart 
but now you want em back
I guess  10 years down the drain is fine
You just wasted my sweet time 
I could go on and on but, 
You’re already gone, gone. gone, gone gone...  gone 

Heart death by a thousand cuts
That vacant look in your eyes,
cuts like a razor
You say you found another lover  
Like you’re doing me a favor 
What the fuck ?
 
Take my heart to the Undertaker 
Take my heart to the Undertaker
Tell him, send it back to its maker 
I can’t use it here anymore
That’s for sure 

I don’t wanna be 
Livin'   a flat line
I don’t wanna be  
Livin'  it half blind
It’s time 
Take my heart to the Undertaker  
Take my heart to the Undertaker

It’s past midnight when, I pull in the drive 
another 2-shift day, another day survived
My high beams light up the front yard,
Like the 4th of July

My feet stumble as I get out of the car
I look twice, there you are 
Leanin  up against that old oak tree,
that's hardened and hollow, 
 just like me   
You look like a shadow 
of who you used to be
 
now, you’re sayin  you  don’t love her 
 It was all  a big mistake 
Sayin whatever I dish out you'll take 
Sayin you’ll die right here 
If I don’t take you back 
If I had a heart
I'd have a heart attack 
boy,  let me be clear 
You don't have a prayer here
 
I don't have a heart, but
I don’t want to be a  hater,  
but here’s a little advise 
because it's true
There’s no one to blame but you 
You’re a victim of your own devise

I’m  saying this straight, 
from the heart  I don't have
I don’t wanna hear it man, 
I don't give a damn 

TELL IT TO THE UNDERTAKER...
Take your heart to the Undertaker
Take your heart to the Undertaker

I don’t wanna hear it man, 
I don't give a damn 

Take My Heart To The Undertaker

We Sing.  We Dance.  We Steal Things.

Jason Mraz - Live High

Not Ready Maybe Not Yet ( Ballad 1)

Spotify

How Far We've Come

A heartfelt emotional trance ballad featuring powerful male vocals, layered with cinematic instrumentation and subtle Titanic-inspired samples. Melodic, atmospheric, and driven by a memorable, catchy hook. Female backing harmonies add depth and warmth, blending modern trance textures with classic pop ballad soul.

To love and be loved

blend of contemporary pop and a slightly retro, feel-good vibe

Breaking Up

Open My Heart

Vintage Shirts is a breakup song with backbone. Honest, stylish, and full of little punches that land softly and stay with you. Annie Cole sings about letting go, not with heartbreak but with clarity—and just the right amount of swagger. A song for everyone who’s moved on and doesn’t need closure to keep dancing.

Vintage Shirts ist ein Trennungssong mit Rückgrat. Ehrlich, stilvoll und voller kleiner Sätze, die sitzen und nachwirken. Annie Cole singt vom Loslassen – nicht mit gebrochenem Herzen, sondern mit Klarheit und genau dem richtigen Hauch Lässigkeit. Ein Song für alle, die weitergezogen sind und keinen Schlussstrich brauchen, um weiterzutanzen.

Vintage Shirts

Open the Door

Ah-Ah-Ah, My Love

Comfortable with the Pain

Number One Call

I know we’re two different melodies
Between indie’s calm and rock’s intensity
A bittersweet taste in the tone of our voice
One part burns, the other brings peace

Many notes, different voices in one song
Like lightning striking the same place twice
The luck of having shades that blend as one
We’re a clash of stars in shifting light

Just like sand becomes clear glass
Rough crystal can be shaped with time
These shifting rhythms are poetry
We sing the truest lines with soul and rhyme

We are like paper scars
Fragile things that could tear apart
But they remain, they can be seen and read
We are paper scars

We turn our scars into lyrics
They can reach beyond the skin
You hear them, feel them, and relate
Music has the power to dive within

Like flames that burn from deep inside
They spread through every part of us
We are paper scars, that’s who we are
And in this song, we’re gonna reach your heart

We are like paper scars
Fragile things that could tear apart
But they remain, they can be seen and read
We are paper scars


Paper Scars

Last Fist Bump

Lies

Rooftop (Remastered)

🎶 Huge shoutout to everyone who has supported this music journey! Your love, feedback, and encouragement inspire me every day. Thank you for being a part of this incredible adventure—together, we’re creating something beautiful! Can’t wait to share more with you! 💖✨