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'