VERSE 1
It's 2:45
The baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left
And 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
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died 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
PRE-CHORUS
But we're all so...
We're on the run
But we are aware, oh, oh
CHORUS
We're wasted
No, no, no
We're all wasted
We're wasted
No, no
We're all wasted
VERSE 2
Seven years old
Got his bat in his hand
He's looking for his father
And he doesn't understand
Cause dad's too busy
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
Wonders why he doesn't call
And why he doesn't care
But he's thirty-two and invincible
With 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
CHORUS
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
VERSE 3
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
And I'm eighteen
I couldn't wait to move out
It's been five years and now I'm starting to doubt
Whether all my dreams are just aimless stares
Looking off to some place that isn't there
When I'm thirty-two, will I be miserable
With everything around based on principle?
Will I have a clue?
Wouldn't it be nice
To never be alone in this wasted life?
CHORUS
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
We're wasted
We're wasted
We're wasted
No, no
All wasted
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How true. Every single day that is not used for God is wasted.
One more day to Encounter Camp.
This is the first time that I dread going to camp. And literally, God knows why.
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