I'm sorry I live inside such a tortured mind and nothing could save me, so I couldn't save us there's drops of blood left on the piano where you had once played and on the pillow next to me where you had once laid it drowns out the familiar smell of you and I know that it's my fault so now I search for your voice through the static on the radio because your song used to fill my ears like a rush of wind oh, there's a place just for me in hell for the things I've done and you are laying atop the dark clouds above don't worry my darling, I will pay for my crimes and on my way down, I'll look up at you as you're waving goodbye this is the end your silence is deafening the guilt the I have carried for to long is lifted at last if you could go back to the beginning would you have still sang to me or would you have left me for dead? at this point it all sounds the same so fuck it, we're all going to hell and I will be waiting together again, or perhaps it was meant to be forever at rest, we will find comfort in the flames I'm sorry I failed you. I'm sorry I killed us. Please take my hand, and sing to me one last time