Wasted

Watching bridges burn at night I have a smoke here by my side
It was flying through the air As I ashed into the spring

I'm losing sleep over this night The burning rose gold that rings the chimes
The desperation still in sight I am burning bridges late at night
And I'm wasting all this chasing And I'm wasting the words I say
I'm watching building a machine I'm waking right over this dream

So what does this all mean? Please pass me the bottle before I scream
And I'm wasting all this chasing And I'm wasting the words I say
I'm wasting and I'm feeling hatred And I'm wasting where's my savior
And I'm wasting all this hatred And I'm feeling wasted where's my savior

All this hatred I'm feeling wasted I'm feeling wasted from this life
I have a smoke at night Right by my side
It was flying through the air As I ashed into the spring
I'm wasting all this chasing And I'm wasting the words I say

I'm wasting all this chasing And I'm wasting the words I say



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Mottley
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