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 be So what'd you think? Do you think it would make you sad? What'd you think? Do you think it would make you sorry? Well I'm sorry I wouldn't want to make you sorry For me Oh Wednesday in the morning I walk downstairs To the sound of my mother and my sister crying Chain smoking cigarettes Red's 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 what'd you think? Do you think it would make you sad? What'd you 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 Oh Thank you for watching!