This one goes out, to all our fans
To all the punk-rock kids, who've been into our band
You only know us, from this one song
Here's news for you, we've been around for six years long
And it hurts...
(fuck yeah!)
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 structure
Did you hear 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
It'll happen 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
It'll happen once again
You'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
Sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone
And you've been here for too long
To face this on your own
Well I guess this is growing up
I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl that looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six four Impala
I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl that looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six four Impala
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
(We'd like to thank you all for coming out...)
