I dried my eyes, now I crust them with sleep
I'll crust them over
she begged me "dont hate me"
she spun me a story
where winning looks like losing
and I win every time
so thread spools sweetie, get ready
until my silk is sold

growing up
growing up
growing up
yeah
I'll myself a new
yeah
I'll myself a new

I've dried my eyes, now its "rushmore"
I'm deep with futures like chicago
glenview never meant a thing to me
she never meant a thing to me
except for putting idealists in a body bag
forget it
I'll go out tonight to piss on her doorstep
and listen to the misfits "where eagles dare" to swallow whole

up
growing up
growing up

go

whoa-oh-oh, I guess I'm my own better half
whoa-oh-oh, I guess I'm my own better half
whoa, oh,I guess I'm on my own
yeah, yeah,I guess I'm on my own
yeah,I guess I'm on my own
yeah, yeah, yeah
I guess I'm on my own