Reason Ain't Our Long Suit

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
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