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 (here the person put or `who you did it with` when they dont say it in the lyrics)
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