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 your reasons The season is calling Your pictures are falling down And maybe I'll see you At a movie sneak preview I'll show up and walk by On the arm, I'm that guy And I'll smile and you'll wave We'll pretend it's okay This charade, it won't last When she'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 here for too long To face this on your own Well, I guess this is growing up