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 this
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
Maybe you would never
have to hurt it all
Painting pictures in red and blue
A portrait bruise just like you
And 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 this
Not too cool to be throwing
up all morning sick
from what you might have done
Bridge
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
verse 3
Painting pictures in red and blue
A portrait bruise just like you
And now you're walking away
Outro
When is enough finally enough
When is enough finally enough