Lletres: Fall Out Boy. Growing Up.

I dried my eyes, now I crust them with sleep
Ill 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, 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 it's 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 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