G som i glassbil

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

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