Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dead On A Sunday
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom DeLonge
Songwriter
Scott Raynor
Songwriter
Mark Hoppus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ross Ryan
Producer
Lyrics
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
Sticks to 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
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
And it's happened once again
I'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
Sticks to 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
Well, I guess this is growing up
Writer(s): Mark Hoppus, Thomas Delonge, Scott Raynor
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