I'll tuck the soil around your unborn heads.nWhat the fuck was I thinking ofnI'm sorry for the things I said.nI'll tip my glass to misery,nAnd pour it on your graves.nI can't believe I wasn't there for you.nI fall asleep with a gun in my mouth,nBecause of all the things I did.nAnd I can't be at peace with myselfnnUnless you know I cared.nnMy hand against your cheek,nSo in the dark I could feel you smile