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