You're moving up and I'm moving out. You're growing up and I'm growing sideways. Don't want to see who you used to see or be who you used to be. I guess you're out-growing me. We both know that you're going places, and I'm here with the same tired faces. Our old haunts are still mine. If I only kill time, I guess you're out-growing me. Never could keep up with you. Never felt like I needed to. And the worst part of all of it's knowing that you're proud of this. Yeah, you're out-growing me. Won't be the first time you leave me in the dust. Won't be the last time you leave me in the dust.