(Voyeur) Alessi Rose – That Could Be Me Lyrics

That Could Be Me Lyrics by Alessi Rose
(Song from album “Voyeur”)

Tiptoed around, I tried to play it cool
My head in the ground, so I missed every shot at you
And they ricocheted, now they’re lodged in my brain
It’s the risk that I’m willing to take
Let myself down, spent time fantasizing over where we’d be now
But now she’s pulling you closer
I’m screaming out, and it kills me over and over
Over and over

That could be me there kissing your mouth
We’re talking too loud, saying, “Can we leave now?”
That could be me giving too much
I’m spilling my guts, now we’re calling it love
That could be me steaming up your backseat
Rip out my heart, throw it out on the concrete, baby

That could be me
That could be me

You’re going out, and I just write songs about you
Without a doubt, you couldn’t care less what I do
You’re where it’s loud, lockin’ eyes in a crowd
Someone’s name in your mouth that’s not mine

I can be perfect and pretty, never too much, not too clingy
But I can’t speak when you’re near me, and I just can’t let you go

That could be me there kissing your mouth
We’re talking too loud, saying, “Can we leave now?”
That could be me giving too much
I’m spilling my guts, now we’re calling it love
That could be me steaming up your backseat
Rip out my heart, throw it out on the concrete, baby

That could be me
That could be me

I can’t help it, sick and twisted
Her hands ’round your neck, you’re kissing
Pray to you, you’re my religion
And I want it like that, oh
Your hands on her waist, you’re closer
Watch you make out on your sofa
*** me slowly, three times over
That should be me, I told you
I can’t help it, it’s sick and twisted (Sick and twisted)
Her hands ’round your neck, you’re kissing
Pray to you, you’re my religion
And I want it like that, yeah I want it like
Your hands on her waist, you’re closer
Watch you make out on your sofa
*** me slowly, three times over
That should be me, I told you

That could be me there kissing your mouth
We’re talking too loud, saying, “Can we leave now?”
That could be me giving too much
I’m spilling my guts, now we’re calling it love
That could be me steaming up your backseat
Rip out my heart, throw it out on the concrete, baby

That could be me
That could be me