Tuesday in the morning

I walk outside to a police car

Pulling up to my yard

Goodbye dear stepfather

I punch my fist right through the wall

Now that it's over

I don't know how to feel

Moving to California

Where I won't have to deal

So watcha think

Do you think it would make you sad

Watcha you think

Do you think it would make you sorry

Well I'm sorry

I wouldn't want to make you sorry

For me

Wednesday in the morning

I walk downstairs

To the sound of my mother and my sister crying

Chain- smoking cigarettes

Foot to the floor of my car

As I go to confront you

Now that it's over

I don't know how to feel

Moving to California

Where I won't have to deal

So watcha think

Do you think it would make you sad

Watcha think

Do you think it would make you sorry

Well I'm sorry

I wouldn't want to make you sorry

I'm sorry

I wouldn't want to make you sorry

I'm sorry

I wouldn't want to make you sorry

For me