The God Awfuls - East Side One lyrics

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