Its 2:45, the baby his first breath The mother never he only had a few left And the father gets a in the middle of the night His gets short and his chest gets tight
But hes sixteen and hes too fast a turn to the left, it would be his last Nobody knows what if he turns to the right Nobody in the car wouldve died night
But hes and invincible The he had it was visceral He never saw it coming, thought he had his whole 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 and he doesnt understand 'Cause dads too busy, got some on the way His son alone as the children play
And hes eighteen he wait to move out His parents what all the rush is about They never with his dreams, only thinking of theirs why he doesnt call and why he doesnt care
But hes thirty-two and With he is based on principle He never had a truly happy 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
now, got his life in his hands Hes looking all around and he understand 'Cause too busy, things get in the way We all feel alone every day
And at eighteen, couldnt to move out Its been five years and now Im starting to all my dreams are just aimless stares Looking up to some that isnt there
Im thirty-two will I be miserable? With everything around based on Will I have a clue? Oh, wouldnt it be To never be alone in this life?
wasted, no, no, no Were all wasted, no, no Were all
Were all wasted all wasted, no, no Were all
wasted Were wasted, no, no All