Its 2:45, the baby his first breath The mother never knew he had a few left And the gets a call in the middle of the night His breath gets short and his gets tight
But hes sixteen and hes too fast Takes a turn to the left, it would be his Nobody knows what if he turns to the right Nobody in the car wouldve that night
But hes and invincible The he had it was visceral He never saw it coming, thought he had his life 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 years old, got his bat in his Hes looking for his father and he understand 'Cause dads too busy, got deals on the way His son sits alone as the children
And hes he couldnt wait to move out His wonder what all the rush is about They never bothered his dreams, only thinking of theirs Wonders why he call and why he doesnt care
But hes thirty-two and With everything he is based on He never had a truly moment in his life 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 doesnt 'Cause lifes too busy, get in the way We all alone every single day
And at eighteen, couldnt to move out Its been five years and now Im to doubt Whether all my dreams are aimless stares Looking up to place that isnt there
When Im thirty-two will I be With everything around on principle? Will I have a clue? Oh, wouldnt it be 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