If you're not sorry for who you are
Why are you sorry for where you been?
I know you carry a secret star
The one you got from your invisible friend

I met you walking in the New York night
I said, "Why are you walking so slow?"
You said, "I'm looking for a book I can write
And after that I got no place to go"

Wasted, I need to find a place to cry
Wasted, I need to find a place to cry

We stayed connected underneath the storm
You told me all the places you come from
I had a feeling I was being born
Inside your world where my heart could never be more

Wasted, I need to find a place to cry
Wasted, you need to find a place to cry
Wasted, I need to find a reason why
Wasted, I need to find a place to cry

If you're not sorry for who you are
Why are you sorry for where you been?
I know you carry a secret star
The one you got from your invisible friend

Wasted, I need to find a place to cry
Wasted, I need to find a place to cry