Dova Music - Fine at the Departures Curb

I said you love it there, I said have fun.
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm dropping you at the plain.
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm dropping you at the plain.
Smiling at the curb like it's nothing, like it's no pain.
I'll wave you through the door and keep my smile dry,
Then the sun comes up slow and I start to cry.
Sixteen years of late-night fries and bad songs on the radio; who's gonna sing the wrong words now,