The Coulda Beens Lyrics - Cancerslug

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 apon 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