Lyrics

The gold in your hair
Successfully distracts me from words I'm about to say
I even prepared
A melancholy monologue designed to bring light to your every move
And scrutinize the fact that you just weren't right for me
I can't believe
I couldn't find it in myself to leave you

Whoa...

The look in your eyes
Reminds me of the reasons I tend to digress
And I shed my disguise
To reveal inner demons I tend to possess
But one look at your smile
And my mind has erased what it tends to forget
That I don't have much time
To readily convince you that I'm leaving you

I want you to know that this isn't personal
So I guess I'll be seeing you around
I want you to find all that you've been searching for
So I guess I'll work on what you call growing up

As you walk away
I see a tear fall down from your face
And I can't help but think
Maybe I've made an ungodly mistake
But as I look back
On all of the times we failed to see eye to eye
I get back on track
And start to stammer what I don't want to say

That I want you to know that this isn't personal
So I guess I'll be seeing you around
I want you to find all that you've been searching for
So I guess I'll work on what you call growing up