“The Coulda Been Blues”
they gleaned of what they made,
just a-gleaning as they came.
they were the boardwalk kids,
and the socialite spits.
they threw they hands into the air.
said, “i don’t care.”
i marched up and down those aisles,
hoping they’d come in like a crowd.
but where the sidewalk ends,
hopelessness begins.
i’d taught myself to say almost nothin’.
i’ve done my growin’.
but where are you now?
the pizza hut’s closed and the bp’s shut down.
the parkin’ lot is dark and there’s no one around.
it coulda been you and me.
oh, why’d you have to leave?
now this crisp air bites like ice,
and i’m wakin’ up with blood-red eyes.
you couldn’t memorize this
with your cold blue lips.
you got a victory trapped under your arms.
does it mean harm?
well where did you go?
i rang the doorbell for you, but there was no one home.
i called you at your number— no one answered the phone.
it coulda been you an me.
oh, why’d you have to leave?
autumn fallin’ through the air.
i’ve taken a habit of never washin’ my hair.
smoke a cigarette, people stare.
but i’m done complainin’, i don’t care.
but where could you be?
not the parkin’ lots or the shut down bp.
not the pizza huts or the storage facility.
you’re nowhere.
you’re nowhere.
but where are you now?
they got my wrists tied up and i’m goin’ downtown.
i thought you’d plant me in on some solid ground.
it coulda been you and me.
oh, why’d you have to leave?
it coulda been you and me.
oh, why’d you have to leave?
yeah, it coulda been you and me.
oh, why’d you have to leave?
(via ddenoument)
