Its 2:45, the baby takes his first The mother never knew he had a few left And the father gets a in the middle of the night His breath gets short and his chest gets
But hes sixteen and hes too fast Takes a turn to the left, it would be his knows what happens if he turns to the right Nobody in the car died that night
But hes thirty-two and The cancer he had it was He never saw it coming, thought he had his whole in the morning and he died in the night
Were all so, on the run But aware, oh Oh, wasted, no, no, no Were all wasted, no, no Were all
He's seven old, got his bat in his hand Hes looking for his father and he understand dads too busy, got some deals on the way His son alone as the children play
And hes eighteen he couldnt wait to out His parents wonder what all the is about They never bothered his dreams, only thinking of theirs Wonders why he doesnt call and why he care
But hes thirty-two and With everything he is on principle He never had a truly moment in his life He want the kids and he didnt want his wife
wasted, no, no, no Were all wasted, no, no Were all
wasted Were all all wasted, no, no Were all
Twenty-three now, got his in his hands Hes looking all and he doesnt understand lifes too busy, things get in the way We all alone every single day
And at eighteen, wait to move out Its been years and now Im starting to doubt all my dreams are just aimless stares Looking up to some place isnt there
When Im will I be miserable? With around based on principle? Will I a clue? Oh, wouldnt it be nice To never be alone in wasted life?
wasted, no, no, no Were all wasted, no, no Were all
wasted Were all all wasted, no, no Were all
wasted Were wasted, no, no All