I dried my eyes
Now I crust them with sleep
I'll crust them over
She begged me, "Don't hate me"
She spun me a story
Where winning looks like losing
And I'm winning every time
So thread spools, sweetie, get ready
Until my silk is sold
Growing up, growing up
Growing up, yeah
I'll find myself a new, yeah
I'll find myself a new
I've dried my eyes, now it's 'Rushmore'
I'm deep with futures like Chicago
No 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
And 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
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