Its 2:45, the baby takes his first The mother never knew he only had a few And the father a call in the middle of the night His breath short and his chest gets tight
But hes sixteen and hes driving too Takes a turn to the left, it be his last knows what happens if he turns to the right Nobody in the car wouldve died 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 for his father and he doesnt understand 'Cause dads too busy, got deals on the way His son sits alone as the children
And hes eighteen he couldnt to move out His wonder what all the rush is about They never bothered with his dreams, only of theirs Wonders why he doesnt call and why he doesnt
But hes thirty-two and everything he is based on principle He had a truly happy moment in his life He didnt want the 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
now, got his life in his hands Hes looking all around and he doesnt 'Cause lifes too busy, get in the way We all alone every single day
And at eighteen, couldnt wait to out Its five years and now Im starting to doubt Whether all my dreams are aimless stares Looking up to some that isnt there
When Im will I be miserable? With everything around based on Will I a clue? Oh, wouldnt it be nice To never be alone in this wasted
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