It's alright to tell me what you think about me
I won't try to argue you or hold it against you
I know that you're leaving you must have your reason
the season is calling 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 failing now

and it's happened once again
I'll turn to a friend
someone that understands
seeks 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
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
well I guess this is growing up
well I guess this is growing up
well I guess this is growing up
well I guess this is growing up

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