my friend, youre always the last one to leave
those dimly lit rooms making sure the last glass
makes its way. the table emptied and every bottle
in the place has been upside down. you missed a
few times what a waste. is this whats left of you
these days? youre not hating anymore. five years
should have been enough time for you to grow up
and get over this. not too cool to be throwing up
while morning sick from what you might of 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 youre walking away. what is
enough, finally enough? the headaches and the
heartbreaks get you past. ???...yourself. find
some thing that brings you closer to complete.