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