Dammit

[Verse 1: Illy]
Yeah
It's alright to tell me
What you think about me
And it's alright for me to tell you
That I don't give a fuck, as a pup
Look, I liked Limp Bizkit, preferred shit Blink did
Already know I had B.I.G. in my Discman
Big bowls, 17 cig mixes
A big distance from gyms and pink singlets
Pre-gig shit, post-Vickick
Blue Light Disco, first kiss
With the girl at the top of my wish list
Man, I was so nervous I nearly missed
I’ve been a worker, a dropout, a fighter, a lover
Ten years of soccer, six months as a drummer
Five years giving booze money to big brothers
A product of hip-hop and Bayside summers
Just saying, been a lot of progress since
A messy-haired kid wanting big kids' acceptance
But it's remembered, and know it comes only once
It’s all love, man, this just growing up

[Chorus: Illy]
You know that I’m leaving
The pictures are falling down
The season is calling
It feels like I've been here for too long
You must have your reasons
It seems like everybody’s gone
So I’ll face it on my own
Shit, I guess this is growing up

[Verse 2: Illy]
A day late, a buck short
Wrote the report, finished my course
Wrote a record, itching to tour
A long way from gakked out double dropping at four
But I'm sure, same club, still kickin'
Dance floors stay filled, new kids there pingin'
And that's all to the good, I just ain’t there with ‘em
Well, not entirely true, parts there in spirit
But I grew up and moved on
Now, we do what we want
But still I, don't forget
Or confuse where I’m from
And I know all the times
I’ve been hurt and been wronged
'Cause I’ve hurt and done wrong
Myself ([?])
So many in the past, love lost magic
Some got busy, some got married
Some got gone, pacific, Atlantic
And some round the way just as distant, dammit
I’m past that, went from crass to a class act
And take less than three seconds with a bra strap
The more things change, the more some remain
No one to blame, mayn, this just grown up

[Chorus: Illy, Illy & Mark Hoppus]
You know that I’m leaving
The pictures are falling down
The season is calling
It feels like I've been here for too long
You must have your reasons
It seems like everybody’s gone
So I’ll face it on my own
Shit, I guess this is growing up
You know that I’m leaving
The pictures are falling down
The season is calling
It feels like I've been here for too long
You must have your reasons
It seems like everybody’s gone
So I’ll face it on my own
Shit, I guess this is growing up

[Outro: Mark Hoppus]
Well, I guess this is growing up
Well, I guess this is growing up
Well, I guess this is growing up
Well, I guess this is growing up