Dammit Say Anything

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 your 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 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
Sticks to the masterplan
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