i guess i shouldnt blame you for all the pitfalls in my life

all self obsessed and a callous broken will 

an ounce of booze to chase your shame wont make it seem alrite 



im a fool to think that i could ever change 

the way you've made me feel about this world 

thats why i cant belong



stacks of empty bottles draw the lines about my face 

this weathered bitter bore that i have become 

a slave in search of freedom from the grind of saving grace 

cigarettes and misery are the only constants now 

and always standing outside of the circle 

unwilling rebels always born of circumstance 

im a fool to think that i could every change