I dried my eyes, now I’ll 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
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, I guess I’m my own better half Whoa, I guess I’m my own better half
Whoa, yeah, 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