When late at night,
I would stare at the stars
I was wishing my momma
Still had her heart
My tears would drown my teddy bear
And my words would keep only God awake
I would always blame myself
For the things momma would say
To all those knives put to our heads
I knew it was the whiskey speaking
To all those nightmares and empty beds
And all those doubts that you'd actually hear me screaming
To all those slammed front doors
And the empty quiet sunday mornings
As you were passed out on the floor
With an empty beer bottle dangling from your hand
My name was mistake
And I knew you never meant for me and sissy to grow up this way
And I'm sorry we took away your college fun
And I'm sorry I still had to love you
Even though you put the gun to your head
And I'm sorry I just stood there and stared
