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 seasons is calling your picture is coming down.

The step that I retrace. The sad look on your face. The timing and structure.

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 sticks to 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 the 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 back I won’t come back