[Verso 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?
[Coro]
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
[Verso 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 it all
Painting pictures in red and blue
[Pre Coro 1]
A portrait bruised just like you
And now you're walking away
[Coro]
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 of done
[Verso 3]
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
[Pre Coro 2]
Painting pictures in red and blue
A portrait bruised just like you and now you're walking away
[Coro]
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 of done or done it with
[Conclusi�n]
When is enough, finally enough?
When is enough, finally enough?
