i dried my eyes, now i crust them with sleep
  ill crust them over
  she begged me "dont hate me"
  she spun me a story
  where winning looks like loosing
  and im winning every time
  so thread spools sweetie, get ready
  until my silk is sold
    growing up
  growing up
  growing up
  yeah
  ill myself a new
  yeah
  ill myself a new
    ive dried my eyes, now its "rushmore"
  im 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
  ill go out tonight to piss on her doorstep
  and listen to the misfits "where eagels dare" to swallow whole
    up
  growing up
  growing up
    go!
    whoa-oh-oh
  i guess im my own better half
  whoa-oh-oh
  i guess im my own better half
  whoa, oh
  i guess im on my own
  yeah, yeah
  i guess im on my own
  yeah
  i guess im on my own
  yeah, yeah, yeah
  i guess im on my own
    Thanks to Amanda (monkeychica526@prodigy.net) for these lyrics