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 leavin', you must have your reasons. The season is callin', 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 rupture, I'm writing the report on losing and failing. When I move, I'm flailing now.
And it's happening once again, I'll turn to a friend. Someone that understands, sees trhough 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 on a movie, sneak preview. You'll show off and walk by on the arm of that guy, and I'll smile, and you'll wave. We'll pretend it's okay. This charade, it won't last. When he's gone, I wo'nt come back.
And it's happening 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.