Текст: blink-182. 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 your leavin

You must have your reasons

The season is callin

Your pictures are fallin 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



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 ok

The charade, it won't last

When he's gone I wont come back



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

Well I guess this is growing up

Well I guess this is growing up

Well I guess this is growing up

Well I guess this is growing up