Dollhouse Lyrics Novels & Stories

All I got was a bullet to my heart And I thought I was bulletproof, I wish I was bulletproof But I’m just a house without a roof Here comes the run down and I’m more than ready to sing this part. I added this bridge hoping to evoke the moment of realization that he’d never see me and that he’d never fall in love with me. I promised I would keep my eyes dry So I decided to let the doves cry And when I combust with fever, I’ll jump into a river And if it goes colder then I would just shiver You could’ve used a thousand darts Instead you shot a bullet to my heart

"Now, I don't have the time to do a big tour right this second so I'm going to hand you off to Fox. She'll take great care of you." Before I could respond he kicked open the door closest to us and pulled me in to the Dollhouse. Sporadically placed ceiling spotlights gave off a purple hue, dimming the whole room. I squinted my eyes to see around me. There was a long wooden bar where men sat being served drinks, opposite to it were a set of small stages, similar to the one in the Selectors room. Except these had shiny floor to ceiling poles. The music was so loud I would've held my hands over my ears if Luis wasn't holding my shoulders down. The sound was nothing like the soft orchestras back

Jock rubs my back; he's the only one that gets a kick out of my songs because he knows how much it makes the others cringe. "The hounds of hell are on their knees. The hounds of hell are on their knees. Drinking the juices from each other. The hounds of hell are on their knees. The hounds of hell are on their knees. Drinking the juices from each other." I look at Jessi, and she throws her head back, laughing. "I don't care what anyone else says, but no one better mess with this badass fairy." She says, hugging me.

Beautiful. "Hey," I said. "Can I play you something?" She looked up. "Always." I settled on the opposite end of the couch, guitar across my lap. "This is the full version. The one I wrote for you. Only played half at the wedding." Her eyes widened. "Really?" "Really." I started slow—fingerpicking, melody gentle. Then added words. *She counts seconds like heartbeats Builds walls like armor Lives in glass towers But drowns in still water*

The curtain rod clattered to the floor, and I kicked it aside, moving to the next window. "Fucking pink," I muttered, pulling down another set. "Who the hell thought I wanted to live in a goddamn dollhouse?" The music shifted to "Slow Hands," and I sang louder, letting the lyrics drown out the anger still churning in my chest. The bedspread was next. I stripped it off in one violent motion, throwing it onto the growing pile of pink fabric on the floor. The decorative pillows followed—twelve of them, each more ridiculous than the last.

Benny climbs onto the couch sitting in between us, “Did you get the songs down?” I nod, “Yep, and I got the duets down and The Pretty Reckless. The lead singer has this whole Joan Jett thing going on, which you know I love.” “You did listen to the rest of the playlist…. Didn’t you?” he asks wearily. He knows I only do a couple of tunes with them and go back to work, but sometimes I stay, which pisses him off when I haven’t gotten the songs down. “Yes, don’t worry, I got it and thank you for adding Juliette and The Licks to the list” I wink at him so he’ll relax, “Aside from that, have you heard of Halestorm’s - white dress?”

'Fools fall in love just like schoolgirls Blinded by rose colored dreams They build their castles on wishes With only rainbows for beams Oh! They're making plans for the future.' Jake laughed, brought Dohana closer and whispered. "I used to believe the lyrics, but not anymore." His words sounded like music to Dohana's ears. 'Was this song not insulting to them? Who would make such a ridiculous song?' She thought. "Why did the DJ play this kind of song?" Dohana asked. "He's killing our vibe ain't he?" Jake said, then his face gleamed as he thought of something. "You know what, let's get out of here. This DJ is pretty lousy."

I danced and sang along with the music. “Coming home used to feel so good….I'm a stranger now in my neighborhood…I've seen the world at a faster place…And I'm coming now from a different place…Though I may look the same way to you…Underneath there is somebody new…I am not the boy next door…I don't belong like I did before…Nothing ever seems like it used to be…You can have your dreams but you can't have me…Oh, I can't come back there anymore…'Cause I am not the boy next door…You've been saving those souvenirs…Faded photographs from our foolish years…We made plans but they're wearing thin…And they don't work out 'cause I don't fit it…And those memories'll just weigh you down…'Cause I got no pl

SAY YOU WERE MADE TO BE MINE NOTHING COULD KEEP US APART YOU’D BE THE ONE I WAS MEANT TO FIND ITS UP TO YOU AND ITS UP TO ME NO ONE CAN SAY WHAT WE GET TO BE SO WHY DON’T WE REWRITE THE STARS? MAYBE THE WORLD COULD BE OURS TONIGHT.” He then looked at Lisa and made a gestured with his hand for her to sing. Lisa was sitting at the chair holding the guitar. She then also started singing. YOU THINK ITS EASY

Said baby, said baby, said baby What you doing? (What you doing?) Where you at? (Where you at?) Oh, you got plans? (You got plans?) Don't say that (shut your trap) I'm sipping wine (sip, sip) in a robe (drip, drip) I look too good (look too good) to be alone (woo-woo) My house clean (house clean), my pool warm (pool warm) Just shaved (smooth like a newborn) We should be dancing, romancing