Dammit

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 the reasons The seasons are calling The 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 On losing, on failing When I move, I'm flailing now And it's happened once again And I'll turn to a friend Someone who understands Sees through the master plan When everybody's gone And I've been here far too long To face this on my own Well I guess this is growing up Whoa, whoa Well I guess this is growing up Whoa, whoa Well maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview You 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 and I won't come back And it's happened once again And I'll turn to a friend Someone who understands Sees through the master plan When everybody's gone And I've been here far too long To face this on my own Well I guess this is growing up Well I guess this is growing up Whoa whoa Well I guess this is growing up Whoa whoa Well I guess this is growing up Whoa whoa Well I guess this is growing up Whoa whoa Well I guess this is growing up