Fall Out Boy

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