The Only Excuse

Drunk in the back when the panic
 Attacks I am borderline irate
 Blatantly clear when pressure
 Appears it's way too fucking late
 Is it merely a sign I've been wasting
 My time and I'm way over the hill
 Or the only excuse I can seem to
 Produce for a promise unfulfilled
 I lost it down the road, not
 Ungrateful, I hope
 Desperate pessimist
 Never seized to exist
 Oh this whole drunken bliss
 Has somehow gone amiss
 Yes I've been blessed with a temper
 And questionable social skills
 It's 30 or less then I'm off to my bed
 With a few green sleeping pills
 Is it merely a sign I've been wasting
 My time and I should call it a day
 Or the only excuse I can seem to
 Produce for the ones I do betray