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