[Verse 1]
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?
[Chorus]
You're not eighteen 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
[Verse 2]
And 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
Painting pictures in red and blue
[Pre-Chorus 1]
A portrait bruised just like you
And now you're walking away
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?
[Chorus]
You're not eighteen 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
[Verse 2]
And 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
Painting pictures in red and blue
[Pre-Chorus 1]
A portrait bruised just like you
And now you're walking away
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