Wasted

  • It's 2:45 the baby takes his first breath
    The mother never knew he only had a few left
    The father gets a call in the middle of the night
    His breath gets short and his chest gets tight

    But he's sixteen and he's driving too fast
    Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last
    The body knows what happens if he turns to the right
    The body in the car wouldn't die that night

    But he's thirty two and invincible
    The cancer he had it was visceral
    He never saw it coming
    Thought he had his whole life
    Sick in the morning and he died in the night

    We're all so
    We're on the line
    We're all, we're all
    We're wasted, no no no
    We're all wasted
    We're wasted, no no
    We're all wasted

    He's seven years old, got his bat in his hand
    He's looking for his father and he doesn't understand
    Cause dads too busy he's got some deals on the way
    His son sits alone as the children play

    And he's eighteen he couldn't wait to move out
    His parents wonder what all the rush is about
    They never bothered with his dreams only thinking of theirs
    Wonder's why he doesn't call and why he doesn't care

    But he's thirty two and invincible
    Everything he is based on principle
    He never had a truly happy moment in his life
    He didn't want the kids and he didn't want his wife

    We're wasted, no no no
    We're all wasted
    We're wasted, no no
    We're all wasted
    We're wasted
    We're all wasted
    We're all wasted, no no
    We're all wasted

    Twenty three now, got his life in his hands
    He's looking all around and he doesn't understand
    Cause life's too busy, things get in the way
    We all feel alone every single day

    Eighteen couldn't wait to move out
    It's been five years and now he's starting to doubt
    Whether all my dreams are just aimless stares
    Looking out to someplace that isn't there

    When I'm thirty two will I be miserable
    With everything around based on principle
    Well, I had a clue, wouldn't it be nice
    To never be alone in this wasted life

    We're wasted, no no no
    We're all wasted
    We're wasted, no no no
    We're all wasted
    We're wasted
    We're all wasted
    We're wasted, no no
    We're all wasted Writer/s: WILLIAM PUGH, JOSEPH PEPPER, KEVIN SANDERS, NICOLAS HUDSON
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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