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 loosing And im 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 anew Yeah! I'll find myself anew
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 Whoa, I guess I'm my own better half whoa-oh-oh 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
Compositores: Joseph Mark Trohman (BMI), Patrick Martin Stumph (BMI), Peter Wentz (BMI)Editor: Chicago X Softcore Songs (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #1759014 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM