Vocal: Tea Kiara & Minette
Piano: Deesan & HeyAlex
Violin and string arrangements TTS

Was going to do add bass drums etc..... with this track. But, after a few seconds of listening to what I already had, I thought  it wasnt required. 

If you want to listen to Minette´s music heres the link https://soundcloud.com/minettefourie

OUR LAST DANCE & HOME FT  TEA KIARA & MINETTE

Rain

More Than A Memory

When I go back to that place
The first time I saw your face
You were wearing Kelly green
Color of your favorite team
We would hang out after school
Cannonballs into the pool
We were young and still had dreams
‘Til you drowned us in the stream 

It’s been so long now
I can barely recall
Sometimes I’m not sure
It happened at all
We’re so much further
than a stone’s throw
But still I wonder 
where does your mind go?

When you drive through town,
Past the old playground,
Do you take a look around?
Does it make you think of me?
When you see the swing set,
Where our souls first met,
Does it sting with regret—
‘bout setting me free?
And when you walk through the park,
do you check for our mark?
Two initials in a heart
Like a scar upon the tree
And when you see it there…
Are we more than a memory?

I saw your sister in July
Couldn’t look me in the eye
Said you bought a new house
Moved into it with your spouse
But I still see us in your car
Driving to our favorite bar
Belting every single song
Like we did all summer long

It’s been so long since
the last time we spoke
Most of the details
are clouded by smoke
I have recovered 
from the shock of the blow
But still I wonder
where does your mind go?

When you drive through town,
Past the old playground,
Do you take a look around?
Does it make you think of me?
When you see the swing set,
Where our souls first met,
Does it sting with regret—
‘bout setting me free?
And when you walk through the park,
do you check for our mark?
Carved so deep into the bark
Like a scar upon the tree
And when you see it there…
Are we more than a memory?

I don’t expect you to show up on a white horse
Our story’s over, it’s run the whole course 
But I’ve always questioned, if you felt any remorse about us
I know you must…

When you drive through town,
Past the old playground,
And you take a look around
I know it makes you think of me
When you see the swing set,
Where our souls first met,
Bet the sting of regret
Is as painful as can be
And when you walk through the park,
and you check for our mark
B and K inside a heart
like a scar upon the tree
And when you see it there…
We’re more than a memory

When you see it there…
We’re more than a memory

2025 © Golden Quill Productions, LLC.

more than a memory

#sad #emotional #indie #alternative #lyrics #woman

Last choice
Last cookie on the plate 
Last flower in the vase
Last fish in the tank 
(Ummmmm)

Always something 
Better
Never as good . 
always second choice
Another took the best
I’m just the rest
I’m just the rest 
The rest.

You don’t even use my name 
when you speak to me
Wishing i was her
But she went away
Beyond your reach
So you reach for second choice
Ummmmmmm

Substitute. Last choice
I’m just the rest.
I’m just the rest. 
(Ummmmm)
The rest.

Last choice
Last bottle of wine on the shelf
The one you pushed aside
For a darker day
But it’s better than nothing
Never as good . 
always second choice
Another took the best
I’m just the rest
I’m just the rest 

Always something 
Better…
Why you??
Why your hair that color?
You laugh too much!
You dress funny!
Why you not hotter?
Why your voice weird?
You don’t smile enough!
Your laugh is raw!
You are too loud!
You drink too much!
You are just:
Too young. too old
Too skinny. Too fat. 
Too silly. Too serious 
Too….too… too…
(I’m just the rest. I’m just the rest.)
Ummmmmmm

I’m just the rest 
I’m just the rest 
Second best.

Second choice
Or third or fourth
Too weird
Too awkward
You’ll do since she left me
Or she died
Or she never cared
But you are … 
Always second choice.
Second choice.
Or third.
Or more
You are the rest
The rest.

When you are the last flower in the vase
Eventually you get picked
But not before every other one has died or been taken
Last cookie on the plate
Last wine on the shelf
Last. Last. Last.

But it’s better than nothing
Never as good . 
always second choice
Another took the best
I’m just the rest
I’m just the rest 
I’m just the rest

Last cookie on the plate 
(Maybe he saves the best for last?)
Last flower in the vase
(It’s the one that lasts a long time.)
Last bottle of wine 
(You, baby, are for a special occasion!)
(Ummmmm)

I’m just the rest
I’m just the rest
The rest!

i’m just the rest

Pay the money by Zitou Itou & Jumpingbunny

washed away

*trigger warning
pov from one who has suffered sexual abuse or exploited. The erasing of the words of those not believed or heard. Why does no one believe the victims? 
Written by ilasky. Production by @NU11//BROADAC57

#womenartist #protest #endsilence #believevictims #assault #emotional

silence washed away

He’s got a smile like a loaded dice 
Every word’s sugar but hides the spice 
You blink once and he’s already gone 
Like a shadow that laughs at dawn
 
The trickster plays The trickster runs 
Stealing hearts like it’s all for fun 
He’s here He’s there He’s everywhere 
Try to catch him—if you dare

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Love music as much as air. I am writing & creating  my own music with the help of Ai tools. Hope you will listen to some of them.
Songwriter. Folk pop indie soft rock. Emotional. Female artist.