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, 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 features like chicago No, Glenview never meant a thing to me She never meant a thing to me, except putting idealists in body bags Forget it, I'll go out tonight an piss on her doorstep And listen to the Misfits "where eagles dare" to swallow whole Oh, growing up, growing up, up Yeah Whoa, I guess I'm my own better half Whoa, I guess I'm my own better half Whoa, yeah, I guess I'm on my own Whoa, yeah, I guess I'm on my own Yeah, yeah, yeah I guess I'm on my own