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