I dry my eyes,
now I'll crust them with sleep.
I'll crust them over.
She begged me "dont hate me."
She spun me a story.
Where winning looks like losing
and I'm winning every time.
So thread spools sweetie, get ready
'til my silk is sold.
Growing up.
Growing up.
Growing up.
Yeah
I'll find myself anew.
Yeah
I'll find myself anew.
I've dried my eyes, now its "Rushmore."
I'm deep with futures like Chicago.
No, Glenview never meant a thing to me.
She never meant a thing to me.
Separate idealists in a body bag.
Forget it.
I'll go out tonight to 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, 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
compositores: PETER WENTZ, PATRICK STUMP, JOSEPH TROHMAN
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