Дэммит

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 [bad word] 
Did you hear he [bad word] her
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