I'll tuck the soil around your unborn heads.
What the f*ck was I thinking of
I'm sorry for the things I said.
I'll tip my glass to misery,
And pour it on your graves.
I can't believe I wasn't there for you.
I fall asleep with a gun in my mouth,
Because of all the things I did.
And I can't be at peace with myself
Unless you know I cared.
My hand against your cheek,
So in the dark I could feel you smile
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I'll tuck the soil around your unborn heads.
What the f*ck was I thinking of
I'm sorry for the things I said.
I'll tip my glass to misery,
And pour it on your graves.
I can't believe I wasn't there for you.
I fall asleep with a gun in my mouth,
Because of all the things I did.
And I can't be at peace with myself
Unless you know I cared.
My hand against your cheek,
So in the dark I could feel you smile
What the f*ck was I thinking of
I'm sorry for the things I said.
I'll tip my glass to misery,
And pour it on your graves.
I can't believe I wasn't there for you.
I fall asleep with a gun in my mouth,
Because of all the things I did.
And I can't be at peace with myself
Unless you know I cared.
My hand against your cheek,
So in the dark I could feel you smile
Writer: RUSTY S ANDERSON, CARLA AZAR, PAUL ANTHONY BUSHNELL, SCOTT CUTLER, ANNE PREVEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Performed By: Panic
Length: 4:33
Written by: RUSTY S ANDERSON, CARLA AZAR, PAUL ANTHONY BUSHNELL, SCOTT CUTLER, ANNE PREVEN