You'll always be a born
 
 Worn out loser
 
 Still blaming all of us
 
 For your bad choosing 
 
  
  No I can't watch the same mistake
 
 Waiting for the boys to turn out straight
 
 No I can't run the same dog race
 
 And get burnt like you 
  
 
 You're swollen in the gut
 
 From all those last nights
 
 Still swinging vodka punches
 
 That don't land right