Met you the last week of my summer job down on the Emerald Coast Stuck at my boardwalk stand, youre out there tying up the boats Storms forced you inside where we talked until the sky was finally still Told me your baseball stories while I burned hot dogs on the grill Thinking bout you still And I think What if it rained a few more days? Would my picture find its way into your wallet? Would you want a life with me in the storms eye? Would I be writing songs of love instead of my regret? I know they say to get over it Im just obsessed with what could have been, yeah When lightning strikes, I remember him Im just obsessed with what could have been, yeah Could we have gone the distance if time had let our love build up? Maybe more inside jokes, more sets of holepunched ticket stubs Couple of fights with makeups, even a quick breakup would do An album full of snapshots taken at that drugstore photo booth Couldve helped us see it through And I think What if it rained a few more days? Would my picture find its way into your wallet? Would you want a life with me in the storms eye? Would I be writing songs of love instead of my regret? I know they say to get over it Im just obsessed with what could have been, yeah When lightning strikes, I remember him Im just obsessed with what could have been, yeah Met you the last week of my summer job down on the Emerald Coast
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