What Could Have Been

Nighttime daydream, Gatsby, Daisy
Stuck in this chapter based on a fantasy
But like Marilyn and the spotlight
A love affair, not right
We all should have known she was writing a tragedy
So tell me how does it feel to sleep in somebody else’s arms?
To have the chance to heal somebody else’s scars
Have you ever thought about just where the hell I went
Ever wondered what could have been?
Sinatra, my way, James Dean on the highway
Some things go to sleep but they never die
Love is a gamble, sometimes a candle
The same fire that warmed you burns you alive
So tell me how does it feel to sleep in somebody else’s arms?
To have the chance to heal somebody else’s scars
Have you ever thought about just where the hell I went
Ever wondered what could have been?
You know I would have done it all just to get you to stay here
But no one prepared me for the fall, living a real life Shakespeare
But it’s like someone ripped out the end
Made up of letters that I can’t send
Now we’re just a what could have been
So tell me how does it feel to sleep in somebody else’s arms?
To have the chance to heal somebody else’s scars
Have you ever thought about just where the hell I went
Have you ever wondered what could have been?