| 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 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'll happen 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |