If I could go back in time to three days ago
What I would probably find would rip out my heart and soul
The child in the backseat of the beat-up SUV
Was screaming for his mother, and reached his hand towards me
His sister's body lay on top of him, trying to save his life
I guess it worked, but not without a price
Her face was covered by long black hair, and blood was on her hands
I could still hear her screaming, "Stop!" but I was too drunk to understand
The child's father was in the driver's seat, and I hit them head-on
He was dead in an instant, they said, just like that-gone
The child sitting in the back of the car had a few words to say
Before the ambulance arrived and took the child away
He told me, in his delirium, that today they went to the zoo
And then he asked me in his child-like voice, "What did you do?"
What could I say to the sole survivor of a massacre
No matter how accidental, plain murder, I'm sure
How would I casually mention
My refusal for intervention
And how I thought I could heal alone
I'm not an alcoholic, I'm clean to the bone
I only have a drink every week or so
I never thought my actions would bring me down this low
The police came and took him
And said I needed to come with them
I told them the truth, no use hiding it
Because honestly, I wasn't able to hide it
I got the expected punishment for the deaths I caused
And during the jail time I sat down and just paused
Today I killed three people. Why?
Why did they have to die? Why not I?
I regret taking that swig of beer
And clearing away all the child held dear
So I lay down on my couch today
And think of what happened that day
That night when my world came crashing down
And that whole time I could only hear one sound
The sound of the dead, and the child that cried
The night his entire childhood died
I'm sorry
