Cm G# My friend You're always the last one to leave Cm A# G# Those dimly lit rooms Gm Cm Making sure the last glass G# makes its way to the table empty G# A# Cm And every bottle in the place D# G# Has been upside down A# Cm D# At least a few times what a waste G# A# Is this what's left of you these days? Chorus: Cm D# A# Fm You're not eighteen anymore Gm G# Five years should have been D# G enough time for you to Cm grow up and get over this D# A# Fm Gm Not too cool to be throwing G# D# up all morning sick G 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 at all Painting pictures in red and blue A portrait bruised just like you And now you're walking away 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 D# Gm B Cm G# When is enough finally enough? D# All the hang-ups and the A# D# heartbreaks get you past Gm B All failures and bad breaks Cm G# just accept yourself D# Find something that brings A# you closer to complete Painting pictures in red and blue A portrait bruised just like you and now you're walking away 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 of done or done it with When is enough, finally enough? When is enough, finally enough? | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# B Cm D# Fm G G# Gm |