Beast

Why do we always talk about things like these?

Why do we always hunt each other down?

Why do we always smoke those cigarettes

And drink a lot of wine?

I know the kind of beast that I've become.

I know I don't always show my gratitude.

I don't always shut it when I'm spoken to.

And I don't understand the things that you say... anymore.

I know it doesn't show that I love you.

No, I don't always like when children laugh

And I don't give a damn about your 14 year old.

But who am I trying to fool by acting this way?

I need a lot of wine.

I know the kind of beast that I've become.