She's so gone, she ain't alone
This f*cked up dream
She'll live it 'till she's cold
And all her friends would be the same
If only they could play the game
Yeah, wasted
Yeah, wasted
What a f*cking mess, her torn black dress
But she's standing tall
Trying to impress
He doesn't know that she fakes it though
Leaves him with a blanked out stare
Yeah, wasted
Yeah, wasted
Yeah, wasted
Yeah, wasted
Wasted
Wasted
Wasted
Wasted