Wasted Life

(álbum: When The Smoke Clears - 2015)

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Here I go, again
There's my phone, again
My head's pounding,
I'm coming down from another round out on the town again
Hand on the clock, ticking
The hotel room, spinning
There's a guy on a cross hanging up on the walls
Saying it's my fault, the devil's grinning

Same shit, every day
Set in my ways
I'm out of control again
Like someone cut the brakes
Burning all of my time
You're asking why?
But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Dead-end job, fuck it.
My asshole boss, suck it.
'Cause it ain't worth all the pennies I've earned
Just another drop in the bucket

Same shit, every day
Set in my ways
I'm out of control again
Like someone cut the brakes
Burning all of my time
You're asking why?
But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Same shit, every day
Set in my ways
I'm out of control again...
Burning all of my time
You're asking why?
But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

It's my way...
It's my, it's my wasted life
It's my, it's my wasted life
It's my, it's my wasted life