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 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 flailing now and it's happened once again I'll turn to a friend someone that understands and sees 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