Soul Sista

Hey soul sista

You've got my head rockin'

I'm searching for memories with you

Hoping for more to arise and we glide

on the wet pavement with socks on our hands

down the avenue

I've always wondered your deepest thoughts

and if they're the same stance as Bohemian Romance

I know where your modesty lies

I've never seen you cry

We claim and desire the same kind of independence 

and hide in the shadows but away from the trenches

We've got to reach higher

~Tina Meeks

Before You Left The Country

I'm trying too hard to be your friend

I'm sorry we can no longer be as we wished

Put your shirt back on

and lay on your side of the bed

We are to remain segregated as we sleep

Alone with cold feet and I like it

It's better than a cold shoulder

I'm sorry if this disappoints you

~Tina Meeks

Everyone's Got a Vice

You didn't love me,

you just like painting graffiti on my walls

for that rush, like a tattoo

But you don't have any

I guess you were just chasing that heroin high

~Tina Meeks