A friend of mine wrote a song slightly about me called 'You're Not the God of Romance." So I wrote this response song :P

Lyrics:

You shoot a smile in my direction that means: 
After all, you can still put up with me.

So Sick So sick, that's super scene
So Scene So Scene, that's super sick
Thank you.

I know you didn't write a song entirely about me.
But one line was enough; to fool me…You fooled me.

I shoot a smile in your direction that means: 
After all, you still mean quit a bit to me.

So Sick So sick, that's super scene
So Scene So Scene, that's super sick
Thank you.
 
But quit a bit is not alot, it's just enough to hold memory.
And here comes my favorite part, you'll eat it for breakfast.

Lets go back to our roots.
I never left the Scene-Oh-Six, but you cut your ties.
The Scene-Oh-Six is still alive.

Now you have a song vaguely about you, from me!
That is still more than one line, don't take this seriously.

We shoot smiles in all directions that mean: 
After all, that summer still holds a small meaning.

So Sick So sick, that's super scene
So Scene So Scene, that's super sick
Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Written and Recorded by Give Hope a Chance

Better God Of Romance

Break ups lead to great songs.
Rough Cut = Rough Draft
Lyrics:

I thought I knew what I wanted, and that thought was me wanting you. We have our history, I should of thought this one through. Five winters passed, again we share a roof. Things move fast, we're charging ahead… but I can’t help too notice:
-Your vices emerge. 
-Your history returns.
-The story you told me turns into just that, a story with more fiction than fact!
I'm not claiming to be a saint, or the spitting image of perfection. But when I met you in autumn, I had no strings attached. You weren't free until the winter trees started to bloom. Eight months pass, your history comes back and our year has just been reduced to shared space. That’s cool by me, he can take you off my back…and you'll both fail to shoulder the weight!
-Your vices emerge. 
-Your history returns.
-The story you told me turns into just that, a story with more fiction than fact!
I come off cold, and in truth I'm calculating. I did care, but logic and reality set in. Let me explain, I’ll make it clear: “What I did for you, I truly did for me. I paid my dues and now I'm free.”
-Your vices emerge. 
-Your history returns.
-The story you told me turns into just that, a story with more fiction than fact!

Written and Recorded by Give Hope a Chance
Drums: Vivek M.

Swan Song (Rough Cut)

I meet a girl, we liked each other a lot, but we both knew it would never work, so I wrote a song about it ^__^

Lyrics:
It was chance that we meet, an unlikely incident. But I am happy we did. 
Even knowing now the ending, if I had a chance to change this, I’d keep history the same. 
We lack things in common, like your preference to the arts and fresh air, my concern with ping and FPS.
We share one thing, our ability for empathy and desire for love. 

We’re lucky to have had each other, and those memories I’ll never let go.  As crude as it sounds, you’re a sweet hipster and I’m a tech nerd.
Such an uncommon pair was never meant to last. We fell apart, that’s ok. We both knew it, I was afraid. 
You made the right choice to end it, in an attempt to save a friendship. Our empathy helps us smile, move on and accept it.
Fast forward 2 years, we go out for a drink. The night was over, but not for you and me…

I wake you with a smile, you make our lips touch. We had an amazing night, but reality sets in. 
Our love was strong, but I’m a digital boy and you’re an analog girl. We both admit this cannot work. 
Like lovers star crossed, never to be together. But for that night we didn’t care. The best parts were your kiss, and how we open up, bare our hearts, and share our thoughts. 
But we both know, beyond today there’s nothing for us.

A bitter sweet evening, it was. I tell myself, “be strong, it’s all for the best.”
But I can’t help that the hopelessness hurts, and I end up writing this song. And now we’re both alone. 
I’m listening to my FLAC files and you’re listening to your vinyl records.
I’m just a digital boy, who cherishes his night with an analog girl.  

Written and Recorded by Give Hope a Chance
 

A Digital Boy And Analog Girl

I'm just writing songs about what I'm feeling. Not looking for fame, just fun ^__^