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 Together, together, together 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? 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 fall 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? I'm sorry, I wouldn't want to make you sorry For me Thanks for watching!