Reason Ain’t Our Long Suit

We turned our questions into burning obsessions

Some asked: "Why me?"
Others cried: "Why everybody else except me? Accept me!"

Answers proved aloof or elusive
And always seemed to be conducive to mood swings
With tempers flaring we took those tattered chi's and ideologies out of their vaults

Our faults aren't our fault

Now we're better than ever

We drowned our problems in the whiskey
The bottom of the bottle dripped as clean as our conscience and we slept unconscious
We smoked our drugs and cigarettes to cleanse regrets, and always betted on regretting the outcome
We did, and then some...
We rinsed our nicotine stained fingers double clean

We dropped back to default. Our faults aren't our fault

Now we're better than ever
(1, 2, 3, 4...)
Regressions left our lessons laid out for our attention
A tension left us open to change
Three cheers for hoping!
Reason ain't our long suit