Shoulda Woulda Coulda

Stand a little less between me and the sun.

Should’ve made it clear

Would’ve washed it all away

Could’ve been just another thing

But then there wouldn’t be a song to sing.


Shoulda, woulda, coulda

Paints the past with a brush that was never meant to last.


Should’ve seen your crazy

Would’ve went the other way

Could’ve called your bluff

I guess I just can’t ever get enough.


Shoulda, woulda, coulda

Frays the moral fabric in the forgiven footprint of forever.


Should’ve kept you safe

Would’ve held your hand

Could’ve carried you all the way home

But I looked around and found you gone.


Shoulda, woulda, coulda

Always puts perspective beneath the purpose of the present.


Should’ve said it sideways

Would’ve whispered the wanted truth

Could’ve kept it hidden from you

But then you lost your shoe and you seemed a little blue.


Shoulda, woulda, coulda

Never did a damn thing

Except manifest into your wildest dream.

Poetic Past v.14 / ca. 1999
-Be Love-












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