Plain Vanilla Me

I Wish

Crawling in the caverns of my heart for a glimpse of hope
In your belly a butterfly simply had to know
Well the flattery feels fine, but I've really got to go
I've made such a mess, I don't know what to do next

I wish I had your strength
I wish I got carried away the way you do
And I wish I had more to say to you
But either way I choose I'll just lose you

I don't know the reasons why and it's the honest truth
I could play these games all night but it wouldn't be fair to you
You're so quick with that smile and faster with your heart
You offer me everything like it's jumping off your sleeve at me

I wish I had your strength
I wish I got carried away the way you do
And I wish I had more to give to you
Instead I'll recoil and hope I didn't hurt you

You fall so hard you fall so fast
Upon my crooked narrow path
And I blame myself and I regret
What I've said and done
I never meant to no one
Didn't want to hurt you
Never meant to hurt you
Didn't want to lose you

Words & music by Treva Blomquist
©2003 Plain Vanilla Publishing

Life Goes On

Baby, I'm tossing, turning, wondering what I ever did wrong
Maybe it's not in the cards, time to go ahead and move on
Still I'd love to hear you say, you have no idea why you ever let me go

Life Goes On and I am Stronger Now
Life Goes On and I am Stronger Now

Two years, a river of tears became water under a bridge
The phone rings of anyone it could be why would you be calling me?
I'd love to hear you say, you have no idea why you ever let me go

CHORUS

Ain't it funny how you pine for what you don't have
Then you see the path and what you thought you lacked; is really not so bad
It's not so bad

CHORUS

Words & music by Treva Blomquist
©2005 Plain Vanilla Publishing

Nothing Left to Give

Call me up to see what's up, assume there's nothing new with me
Or just stop in I have nothing better than to solve your catastrophe
And you, you don't even know cause you never never never ask about me
Just make me up in your mind to be the answer to your every need

I got nothing, I got nothing left to give
I got nothing, and that's just the way it is

You hear my words, you hear my voice and you think you know my name
But I've been talking to you loud and clear and you choose to look the other way
And you, you don't even know cause you never never never ask about me
Just make me up in your mind to be the answer to your every need

Chorus

Tell me your concern, what can I do to try and help you
All your selfish words, manifest in your mirror
Looking back at you, it's you
It isn't me cause you're all you see
I'll lay it out, spell it out
Any way you cut it - I'm out

Chorus

Words & music by Treva Blomquist
©2003 Plain Vanilla Publishing

I Could Get Used to This

If I had a penny for every kiss
Every time you made me feel like this
No need to save them all away, I'm not expecting rain
Every day would be a sunny day, I could get used to this

Get used to the way you smile,
Spin me hold me closer while
We're dancing on the rooftop in the mist
I could get used to this

You know the ins and outs of me
The ups and downs and in-betweens
I don't need cars or fancy things
As long as you're with me
I got everything I could ever need, I could get used to this

CHORUS

Get used to the way, you always say
You love me more with every passing day
Get used to your laugh, you're my better half
Get used to, Get used to, Get used to you

CHORUS

Words & music by Treva Blomquist & Scott Sanford
©2003 Plain Vanilla Publishing

When the Cards Are Yours

What do you do when the cards are yours but you didn't want to play the game?
What do you do when the shame is yours but you're not the one to blame?

Sister of mine, I see you crying from time to time, trying to hide
Inside it lies, It lies so deep and down and dark
You want to run so hard, fly so safe into the arms of love, the arms of love

It's what you do when the cards are yours but you didn't want to play the game
And what you do when the shame is yours but you're not the one to blame

You seek a lighthouse; you think it can be found,
You seek a true love to stick around
You seek a warm bed, you close your eyes but you can't sleep
You seek a new head without those memories, those memories

Only thirteen, what does it mean
When innocence that's hers to give is stolen away
I want you to know, I want you to feel
Love can be real; you don't have to do it alone, so alone

Tears on a pillow, sweet little weeping willow
Stand tall, don't fall

It's what you do when the cards are yours
And what you do when the pain is yours
It's what you do when the cards are yours but you didn't want to play the game

Words & music by Treva Blomquist
©2003 Plain Vanilla Publishing

What's a Girl to Do

So what do I say when I finally brave the way I feel inside
I wanna tell you now, wanna yell it out, wanna run and hide
Everything you say, every single day I'm hanging on every word
I wanna figure you out, what you're talking about, is it gonna hurt

How long will I wait for you
I smile, I laugh, I dream of you
Tell me, how do I get through to you
What's a girl to do

Will it scare you away or will it be okay to see my heart unfold
So much to say, no other way, the truth must be told
Gotta let you know, gotta be bold, reveal what's locked up so tight
Tell me what you think, is it hard to breathe, I need to know tonight

CHORUS

Stop, all the things that I do, don't you see right through me
I've fallen for you

CHORUS

Words & music by Treva Blomquist & Andy Metz
©2003 Plain Vanilla Publishing

A Million

Sinking sand, hold it tight, It slips right through your hand
Falling fast, no time, To sit and dwell on the past

A million possibilities, endless opportunities
So what more could you want? What are you looking for?
A million places you could be, A million melodies to sing
But nothings working, you're hurt and looking for some love

Winter wind blows hard. Hard enough to open the scar
Lonely life, no one, Cause nobody's ever good enough

A million faces on the wall, A million numbers you could call
What more could you want? What are you looking for?
A million places you could be, A million melodies to sing
But nothings working, you're hurt and looking for some love

When you think you've found it but it ends so wrong
Makes it hard to carry on
When you think you're right but you're always wrong, wrong, wrong
Makes it hard to keep going on so strong

A million faces on the wall - A million numbers you could call
A million stars up in the sky - A million prayers said every night
A million ways to spend your day - A million souls you'll never save
Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Is it worth it?

A million possibilities - And endless opportunities
A million fish out in the sea - A million things you'll never need
Cause all you need is love

Words & music by Treva Blomquist
©2003 Plain Vanilla Publishing

Alone So Long

I have more issues than any magazine
You'll ever try to flip your fingers through
I have more holes
Than any rabbit could ever own
and I keep Trying to fill them up with anything but the truth
I don't know why I run, When I don't know what's to come

I've been alone so long, been alone so long
I've been alone so long,
I painted this picture but it just looks wrong
I could use a hand every now and then,
If that's what you're offering

I have more luggage than any woman could ever need,
A case for each insecurity
I bought this locket and I broke the key
Now I'm complaining like no one sees,
Poor, innocent me
I don't know why I cry, Somebody tell me why

CHORUS

I have more issues than any magazine
Are you sure you wanna flip your fingers through?

Words & music by Treva Blomquist
©2003 Plain Vanilla Publishing

Who I Am / Plain Vanilla Me

Is this dance I'm learning mine?
I'm doing all the steps right but I feel so out of time,
I think I'm losing my mind
There's a game they call success,
I only get there by beating all the rest
By being the best

And when I've won - I'm at a table set for one

I'm just asking you to understand - Who I am

Can you and I just sit here?
We'll just talk awhile and you can just be you
And I can just be plain vanilla me

We'll roll the dice - and let them fall as they like

I'm just asking you to understand - Who I am

Words & music by Treva Blomquist
©2003 Plain Vanilla Publishing

Home

It's getting late on the interstate and I'm racing the setting sun
Another long day and I can hardly wait for the race to finally be done
The road is long that I travel on

Home feels so far away - I'd go but I know I can't stay
It's too far to drive tonight, too late to fly, so I pray
For a strong steady hand and a soft place to land

A purple sky tries to lullaby eyes so tired, so heavy, so worn
On the right side a steady white line on a road so dark and cold
I'm holding on for the morning dawn

Home feels so far away - I'd go but I know I can't stay
It's too far to drive tonight, too late to fly, so I pray
I pray for a strong steady hand - and a soft place to land

Words & music by Treva Blomquist
©2003 Plain Vanilla Publishing