it's allright, to tell me; what you think, about me

I won't try, to argue; or hold it, against you

I know that, you 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, the structure; did you hear; he fucked her?

a day late, a buck short; I'm writing, the report

I'm losing, and failing; when I move, I'm flailing now



and it ll happened once again, I'll turn to a friend

someone who understands; sees through the masterplan

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 2x



and maybe, I'll see you; at a the 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, that it's okay

this 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 masterplan

but everybody s gone; and you've been here for too long

to face this on your own; well I guess this is growing up



well i guess this is growing up 5x