v1 I live alone. It's what I like. I like it quiet, no "TV guide", or late night shyster, thinkin' he's wiser than me, no, its pretty dull, Ill give ya that, cant wrap my brainiac 'round this clackity clack, cultural trap, commie crap its just too bloody loud for me. All these memories trapped inside my head. everything that shoulda happened all my shoulda beens It's a movie called, "what coulda been" on repeat, in my head, an old soundtrack plays along, or I'll just change the song instead for something soft, wont bang my head, again and nothing ever changes but the end. nothing ever changes but the end, in "what coulda been"! v2 I'll die right here. sitting alone in silence, or with music in my ear, no care, worry, fear., violence there's nobody here, they're at their premier. so I binge watch, a heartbreak, a romantic take a high school boy on the make, and an innocent girl, who should not believe everything I say bridge I watch it, everyday as the soundtrack plays along, to every fucked up memory, starring me, in "What Coulda Been." All these memories trapped inside my head. everything that shoulda happened all my shoulda beens It's a movie called, "what coulda been" playin in my head, an old soundtrack plays along, or I just change the song instead for something soft, wont bang my head, again and nothing ever changes but the end. nothing ever changes but the end, in [soft, melodic guitar solo] "what coulda been" "what coulda been" "what coulda been" [Repeat "what could been" and slowly fade to silence]
