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.