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 don't 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

When is enough finally enough?

When is enough finally enough?