The Coulda Beens

You could have been anythng but you ended up in a tissue beside the bed

But I love you, all my dead babies

You could have been anything but you ended up a stain on some whores dress

Farewell, farewell, farewell my nightly friends

We will never know what might have been

So farewell, farewell, until we meet again

With the millions of other little coulda beens

You could have been anyting but it turns out you are a crust upon my chest

But I love you, all my dead babies

You could have been many things but you ended up on an ass crack or a breast

But I love you, all of my dead babies

Maybe we all should die before our time