Should’ve been me with blue lips on the metal table
Should’ve been me sitting in the box on mom’s mantel
Should’ve been me laying in my Sunday best
Should’ve been me being laid to rest.
Should’ve been my picture in the newspaper
Should’ve been my name engraved in stone
Should’ve been your little sister instead of my big brother
Should’ve been me leaving you on your own
Should’ve been my heart that stopped beating
Should’ve been my lungs that stopped breathing
Should’ve been my lock of hair in the scrapbook
Should’ve my life that I took.
