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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 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 have done or done it with.
And I swear if
I could take your pain
And frame it and hang it on my wall,
Then maybe you would never have to hurt it all.
And I'm Painting pictures in red and blue.
A portrait bruised just like you
But now you're walking away.
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.
When is enough, finally enough?
When the hang-ups and the heartbreaks get you past
All failures and bad breaks just accept yourself
And Find something that brings you closer to complete
And these pictures in red and blue.
A portrait bruised just like you
But now you're walking away.
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.
When is enough, finally enough?
When is enough, finally enough?
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