I guess this is growing up.

[that_lori]

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, and your pictures are falling down.

The steps that I retrace, the sad look on your face,
The timing and structure, did you hear that 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,
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.
Well, I guess this is growing up.

And maybe I'll see you at a 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 gone I won't come back.

Well, I guess this is growing up.