Waste



So I knew you were fakin

About your dreams

Because when your'e wakin

Everything's what it seems



I know you've got roses

You wanta throw on my grave

But all the time you

You can't see doves reign



Oh, doesn't it hurt

To see me reachin 

Words and excuses lame

While it's  time for leavin 

So mama don't hit the fruit jar

I'd rather see ya hit me

Just cause you go too far

And I'll lose what's real



You'll turn out fine babe

Like father like son

I was wasted at the forkroads

I'm抦 too old to run



Oh, doesn't it hurt

To see me reachin

Words and excuses lame

While it's time for bleedin

 

So if it's pity I need

Or rejection I bleed

Cause I never

Cause I never

Cause I never

Asked for nothing



Yea, So mama don't hit the fruit jar

I'd rather see ya hit me

Just cause you go too far

And I'll lose what's real



Oh, doesn't it hurt

To see me reachin

Words and excuses lame

While it's time for bleedin