This is the end
No one lives past 23
And soon the childhood bedroom where you slept
Will be the bedroom where your smoking weed
And your favorite store
Turns to a coffee shop when you’re 16
And all the toys that you bought
Haven’t been touched since before you were a teen
I can’t stand
Staying up late again
Getting High with my friends
Already past 3 am
I guess
I guess this is the end
And the shirts you cropped
The ones you haven’t worn in weeks
You’ll keep saying I’m not drunk
But we both know you’re anything but clean
And it’s not my fault
That I got you hooked before you were 13
You started out on cigarettes
Now you’re sleeping over on LSD
I can’t stand
Staying up late again
Getting High with my friends
Already past 3 am
I guess
I guess this is the end
You’ll be sleeping in a van
3 years from now you won’t know where I am
You lost your friends
They sobered up they won’t see you again
They’re married, 9-5s
Picket fence and skinny wives
Alcohol on Friday nights
Maybe just a glass of wine
It’s not
Your fault
But mine
I can’t stand
Staying up late again
Getting High with my friends
Already past 3 am
I guess
I guess this is the end