Beast

Why do we always talk about things like these
Why do we always hunt eachother down
Why do we always smoke those cigarettes
And drink a lot of wine

I know the kind of beast that I’ve become

No I don’t always show my gratitude
And I don’t always shut it when I’m spoken to
I don’t understand the things that you say
Anymore

I know it doesn’t show but I love you

No I don’t always like when children laugh
And I don’t give a damn about your fourteen year old
But who’m I trying to fool by acting this way
I need a lot of wine

I know the kind of beast that I’ve become