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 losing
And I´m winning every time
So thread spools, sweetie, get ready
Until my silk is sold
Growing up, growing up
Growing up, yeah
I´ll find myself a new, yeah
I´ll find myself a new
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, oh, oh
I guess I´m my own better half
Whoa, oh, oh
I guess I´m my own better half
Whoa, oh
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