My friend

You're always the last one to leave those dimly lit rooms

Making sure the last glass makes its way to the table empty

And every bottle in the place 

Has been upside down at least a few times

What a waste

Is this what's left of you these days?



You're not 18 

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 have done or done it with



I swear

If I could take your pain and frame it

And hang it on my wall

Maybe you would never have to hurt at all

I'm painting pictures in red and blue

A portrait bruised just like you

And now you're walking away



You're not 18

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 have done



When is enough 

finally enough?

All the hang-ups and the heartbreaks get you past

All failures and bad breaks

Just accept yourself

Find something that brings you closer to complete



Painting pictures in red and blue

A portrait bruised just like you

And now you're walking away



You're not 18 

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 or done it with



When is enough

finally enough?

When is enough 

finally enough?