Art School

That blue coffee cup isn't of much use now
It collects change to fund the things
That I'm not proud of

My friends all say that I have changed
Forgot my roots and lost my way
Perhaps I've shifted since last fall
But your painting still hangs on my wall

And every night you wear a new skirt
And I used to care about buttoned-up shirts
Now I look forward to sleeping in
And when the next day will begin

The next drink might swallow me
I know I shouldn't lift my lips to see
But after everything you put me through
I'm allowed to be as sad as you

I'm allowed to be as sad as you