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