i dried my eyes, now i crust them with sleep
ill crust them over
she begged me “dont hate me”
she spun me a story
where winning looks like loosing
and im winning every time
so thread spools sweetie, get ready
until my silk is sold
growing up
growing up
growing up
yeah
ill myself a new
yeah
ill myself a new
ive dried my eyes, now its “rushmore”
im 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
ill go out tonight to piss on her doorstep
and listen to the misfits “where eagels dare” to swallow whole
up
growing up
growing up
go!
whoa-oh-oh
i guess im my own better half
whoa-oh-oh
i guess im my own better half
whoa, oh
i guess im on my own
yeah, yeah
i guess im on my own
yeah
i guess im on my own
yeah, yeah, yeah
i guess im on my own