Texty: Bayside. Masterpiece.

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 18
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

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

I'm painting pictures in red and blue
A portrait bruised just like you
Now you're walking away

You're not 18
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

When is enough, finally enough?
All the hang-ups and the 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 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 of done or done it with

When is enough, finally enough?
When is enough, finally enough?