it's alright
to tell me
what you think
about me
i won't try
to argue
or hold it
against you
i know that
you're leaving
you must have
your reasons
the season
is calling
and your pictures
are falling down
the steps that
i retrace
the sad look
on your face
the timing
and structure
did you hear
he fucked her?
a day late
a buck short
i'm writing
the report
on losing
and failing
when i move
i'm flailing now
and it's happened once again
i'll turn to a friend
someone that understands
sees through the master plan
but everybody's gone
and I've been here for too long
to face this on my own
well I guess this is growing up
well I guess this is growing up
and maybe
i'll see you
at a movie
sneak preview
you'll show up
and walk by
on the arm
of that guy
and i'll smile
and you'll wave
we'll pretend
it's okay
the charade
it won't last
when he's gone
i won't come back
and it'll happen once again
you'll turn to a friend
someone that understands
and sees through the master plan
but everybody's gone
and you've been there for too long
to face this on your own
well i guess this is growing up
well, I guess this is growing up
well, I guess this is growing up
well, I guess this is growing up
well, I guess this is growing up