My friend,   You're always the last one to leave those dimly lit rooms   Making sure the last glass makes it's 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   5 years should have been enough time   For you to grow up and get over this   It's 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 wouldnever 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   5 years should have been enough time   For you to grow up and get over this   It's 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 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   5 years should have been enough time   For you to grow up and get over this   It's not too cool   To be throwing up all morning   Sick from what you might have done or done it with      When is enough finally enough?   When is enough finally enough?