waste

so i knew you weren't faking

about your dreams

because when you're waking

everything's what it seems

i know you got roses

you want to throw on my grave

but all the time you

you can't seem to stray

oh

doesn't it hurt

to see me reaching

words and excuses lame

well it's time for bleeding

so mama

don't hit the fruit jar

i'd rather see you hit me

just cause you go too far

and i'll lose what's real

you'll out fine

babe

like father

like son

i was wasted at the forkroads

i'm too old to run

oh

doesn't it hurt

to see me reaching

words and excuses lame

well it's time for bleeding

so if it's pity i need

or rejection

i bleed

cause i never

cause i never

cause i never

asked for nothing

so mama

don't hit the fruit jar

i'd rather see you hit me

just cause you go too far

and i'll lose what's real

oh

doesn't it hurt

to see me reaching

words and excuses lame

well it's time for bleeding