This Could Be Us

“We all have those former loves that, while life may have lead us in different directions, we find ourselves reminiscing over, daydreaming about what could have been. I’m a firm believer that once you give a person a piece of your heart, you never truly get it back.” — Doug Locke, singer

Verse 1:
Star gazers in bloom
How I feel about you
I felt my heart beat, boom
Reminiscing bout you
Oh You sparked that fuse
And you blew me away
Never wanted to fade
But Now my heart’s in two
Since you went away
I only want you to stay

CHORUS:
This could be us but you playin’
Driving up the coast and singin’
Drinking on the beaches naked
Oooohhh
This could be us
But you couldn’t be the one I needed
Oh I don’t wanna lose this feeling
Dancing til moon is sleepin’
Oooohhh
This could be us
This could be us but you playin’

Verse 2:
I need a parachute
Cause I was falling for you
I gave my heart too soon
Now its black and blue
You take me to the moon
When you’d kiss me that way
Had me going insane
But now I’m chasing fumes
Since you went away
I only want you to stay

CHORUS:
This could be us but you playin’
Driving up the coast and singin’
Drinking on the beaches naked
Oooohhh
This could be us
But you couldn’t be the one I needed
Oh I don’t wanna lose this feeling
Dancing til moon is sleepin’
Oooohhh
This could be us
This could be us but you playin’

Bridge:
(Eh Eh Eh Eh)
(Eh Eh Eh Eh)
(Eh Eh Eh Eh)
(Eh Eh Eh Eh)
You see I’ve tried and I’ve tried
Can’t get you outta my mind
I should be moving on
But nostalgias holding me tight
Was it all a dream?
It was real to me (Eh Eh Eh Eh)
(OOOOOHHH)

CHORUS:
This could be us but you playin’
Driving up the coast and singin’
Drinking on the beaches naked
Oooohhh
This could be us
But you couldn’t be the one I needed
Oh I don’t wanna lose this feeling
Dancing til moon is sleepin’
Oooohhh
This could be us
This could be us but you playin’

Driving up the coast and singin’
I could have been the one, now you lost me
Oooohhh
Why you playin? Quit playin’
But you couldn’t be the one I needed
Oh I don’t wanna lose this feeling
Dancing til moon is sleepin’
Oooohhh
This could be us
This could be us but you playin’

my loveless love life

it’s disastrous how hopeless my romantic life has been. Not that there aren’t interesting stories – believe me, there are a shit ton of intriguing stuff to spill (especially so when you’re single, I guess; because I can fabricate meaning from the smallest things and I notice all the small little things because I’m paranoid. Paranoid in the sense that I’m craving the feeling of companionship, the feeling of being wanted and needed by someone that every little hint at that possibility makes me super-sensitive. Making a mountain out of a molehill sort of sentiment, you know?)… but it’s the fact that they’re exactly that – stories, and nothing more – that depresses me. I’d like to turn these stories of “what could have been” into memories of “what has been”; these “shoulda woulda coulda” regrets into traces of mistakes avoided.