my friend,
you're always the last one to leave those dimly lit rooms
making sure the last glass makes
its way the table emptied and every bottle in the place has been upside down at least a few times what a waste.

is this whats left of you these days?
you're not eighteen anymore.
five years should have been enough time for you
to grow up and get over it.
Its not too cool to be throwing up all morning sick from what you might of done or done it with.

And i swear if i could take your pain and frame it and hang it on my wall,
maybe you would never have to hurt it all.
and im painting pictures in red and blue.
a portrait bruise just like you

But now youre walking away.
you're not eighteen anymore.
five years should have been enough time for you
to grow up and get over this.
not too cool to be throwing up all morning
sick from what you might of done.

when is enough, finally enough?
when the hang-ups and the heartbreaks get you past.
our failures end, bad breaks just accept yourself and find some thing that brings you closer to complete.

and these pictures in red and blue.
a portrait bruise just like you
but now youre walking away.
you're not eighteen anymore.
five years should have been enough time for you
to grow up and get over it.
not too cool to be throwing up all morning
sick from what you might of done or done it with.

when is enough, finally enough?
when is enough, finally enough?

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