Growing Up

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 loosing And I'm winning every time So thread spools sweetie, thread 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 it's 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 Listen to the misfits where eagles dare to swallow whole Up Growing up Growing up Go I guess I'm my own better half I guess I'm my own better half 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