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