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 singing up on the walls
saying it's my fault the devil's ringing.

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

Didn't drive, fuck it
My balls, suck it
'Cause it ain't worth all the pains I learned
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