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 retraced 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