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