Tuesday, in the morning

I walk outside to a police car

Pulling up to my yardGoodbye dear stepfather

I punch my fist right through the wall

Duh-duh, duh-duh, duh-duh, duh-duh

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, oh, oh, 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, 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, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah