Biography:
Her Space Holiday is Marc Bianchi, a musician with roots in the California emo scene. During the early 90's, he was part of the highly influential emo band Indian Summer. Marc began recording under the moniker Her Space Holiday in 1996. It started as a simple affair: just a four track, a couple of cheap microphones, a beat up drum set, a guitar, and the desire to make music on his own. The band released the album Young Machines in 2003. His most recent album is 'XOXO, Panda & The New Kid Revival.'
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B G#m F# G#m
B G#m
I used to know this girl
F#
Who gave her love away
G#m
To every guy she met
B
And with all those games they played
G#m
She never seemed to cry
F#
She never got upset
G#m
And one by one they came
B
And one by one they left
G#m
I thought that I could fix her
B
If she would let me in
G#m
But all of my advances
B
Were shut down in the end
G#m
When days turned into months
F#
I begged her to explain
G#m
And this is what she sang
B
It's not like I'm a slut
G#m
Or that I really like to fuck
B
I just want every boy I see
G#m
To walk away with part of me
B
Until there's nothing left to hold
G#m
Until there's nothing left to hate
B
I appreciate your help
G#m
But even you can't save me from myself
B G#m F# G#m
B G#m
I used to know this boy
F#m
Who took notes in a book
G#m
But he ripped out all the pages
B
Before I got a look
G#m
At all the words he scribbled
B
At all the lines he filled
G#m
But the ink stains on his fingers
B
Told me he was skilled
G#m
At capturing a feeling
F#
That most of us just miss
G#m
The simple pain of living
B
With goodbyes on our lips
G#m
I found one of the pages
F#
Crumpled by her bed
G#m
And this is how it read
B
It's not like I am weak
G#m
Or that I don't know how to leave
B
It's just that every time you cheat
G#m
You bring me closer to defeat
B
Until there's nothing left to love
G#m
Until there's nothing left to say
B
I know that you need help
G#m
But even I can't save you from yourself
F# G#m x2
F#
B C#m x4
B F#m C#m
B G#m F# G#m
B G#m
I used to know this girl
F#
Who gave her love away
G#m
To every guy she met
B
And with all those games they played
G#m
She never seemed to cry
F#
She never got upset
G#m
And one by one they came
B
And one by one they left
G#m
I thought that I could fix her
B
If she would let me in
G#m
But all of my advances
B
Were shut down in the end
G#m
When days turned into months
F#
I begged her to explain
G#m
And this is what she sang
B
It's not like I'm a slut
G#m
Or that I really like to fuck
B
I just want every boy I see
G#m
To walk away with part of me
B
Until there's nothing left to hold
G#m
Until there's nothing left to hate
B
I appreciate your help
G#m
But even you can't save me from myself
B G#m F# G#m
B G#m
I used to know this boy
F#m
Who took notes in a book
G#m
But he ripped out all the pages
B
Before I got a look
G#m
At all the words he scribbled
B
At all the lines he filled
G#m
But the ink stains on his fingers
B
Told me he was skilled
G#m
At capturing a feeling
F#
That most of us just miss
G#m
The simple pain of living
B
With goodbyes on our lips
G#m
I found one of the pages
F#
Crumpled by her bed
G#m
And this is how it read
B
It's not like I am weak
G#m
Or that I don't know how to leave
B
It's just that every time you cheat
G#m
You bring me closer to defeat
B
Until there's nothing left to love
G#m
Until there's nothing left to say
B
I know that you need help
G#m
But even I can't save you from yourself
F# G#m x2
F#
B C#m x4
B F#m C#m
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