Stuff was on the curb before I got there
You always were so well prepared
Just like the "sorry" that I
Wrote on the car ride
That I'll never get to share
Suppose that this could be my fault
I'll at least take half the blame
But that would mean that there's still
Fifty percent left
I don't think anyone will claim
Who do you think you are
Telling me I have to go
If you would hear me out
I think we'd stick around
But we both know you run this show
So go and tell all of your friends
Flex that emotional clout
I'll be fine so you just
Do what you have to
I'm moving up and movin' out
Who do you think you are
Telling me I have to go
If you would hear me out
I think we'd stick around
But we both know you run this show