Waste

So I knew you were fakin'

About your dreams

Because when you're 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 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'