my own convictions

who could blame or tame the youth in us all, when we grow up we'd rather drive than crawl, now I am sitting with my sober head in my hands, I'm about to battle the bottle that's connected to everything, as i close my eyes my brains still thinking, i watch TV, read the paper or even enjoy a ballgame, it's all the same, they advertise, my demise, and it's back to the race again, we all have counted the days, as we sweat the days away, i've had my chips and lost them two, but as we all are in this together, we are all the same, we can't beat ourselves down, when the bottles to blame,