� 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 what you think? Do you think it would make you sad? What 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 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 you think? Do you think it would make you sad? What 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 �