It’s alright to tell meWhat you think about meI won’t try to argueOr hold it against you
I know that you’re leavingYou must have your reasonsThe season is callingYour pictures are falling down
The steps that I retraceThe sad look on your faceThe timing and structureDid you hear he fucked her?
A day late, a buck shortI’m writing the reportOn losing and failingWhen I move, I’m flailing now
And it’s happened once againI’ll turn to a friendSomeone that understandsAnd sees through the master planBut everybody’s goneAnd I’ve been here for too longTo face this on my ownWell, I guess this is growing upWell, I guess this is growing up
And maybe I’ll see youAt a movie sneak previewYou’ll show up and walk byOn the arm of that guy
And I’ll smile and you’ll waveWe’ll pretend it’s okayThis charade, it won’t lastWhen he’s gone, I won’t come back
And it’ll happen once againYou’ll turn to a friendSomeone that understandsAnd sees through the master planBut everybody’s goneAnd you’ve been here for too longTo face this on your ownWell, I guess this is growing up
Well, I guess this is growing upWell, I guess this is growing upWell, I guess this is growing upWell, I guess this is growing upWell, I guess this is growing up








