Growing Up
I dried my eyes, now I crust them with sleepI'll crust them overShe begged me "Don't hate me"She spun me a storyWhere winning looks like losingAnd I'm winning every timeSo thread spools, sweetie, get readyUntil my silk is sold
Growing up, whoaGrowing up, whoaGrowing up
YeahI'll find myself anewYeahI'll find myself anew
I've dried my eyes, now it's "Rushmore"I'm deep with futures like ChicagoNo, Glenview never meant a thing to meShe never meant a thing to me'Cept for putting idealists in a body bagForget it,I'll go out tonight and piss on her doorstepAnd listen to The Misfits "Where Eagles Dare" to swallow whole
Up, whoaGrowing up, whoaGrowing up
Go!
Whoa-oh-ohI guess I'm my own better halfWhoa-oh-ohI guess I'm my own better halfWhoa, yeahI guess I'm on my ownYeah, yeahI guess I'm on my ownYeahI guess I'm on my ownYeah, yeah, yeahI guess I'm on my own