Waste

So I knew you weren't faking
 About your dreams
 Because when you're waking
 Everything's what it seems
 I know you got roses
 You want to throw on my grave
 But all the time you
 You can't seem to stray
 Oh, doesn't it hurt
 To see me reaching
 Words and excuses lame
 Well it's time for bleeding
 So mama, don't hit the fruit jar
 I'd rather see you hit me
 Just cause you go too far
 And I'll lose what's real
 You'll 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 reaching
 Words and excuses lame
 Well it's time for bleeding
 So if it's pity I need
 Or rejection, I bleed
 Cause I never
 Cause I never
 Cause I never
 Asked for nothing
 So mama, don't hit the fruit jar
 I'd rather see you hit me
 Just cause you go too far
 And I'll lose what's real
 Oh, doesn't it hurt
 To see me reaching
 Words and excuses lame
 Well it's time for bleeding