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 I'm winning every time.
So thread spools sweetie, get ready.
Until my silk is sold.

Growing up.
Yeah, I'll myself a new.

I've dried my eyes.
Now it's "rushmore".
I'm deep with futures like Chicago.
Glenview never meant a thing to me, she never meant a thing to me
except for putting idealists in body bags.
Forget it, I'll go out tonight to piss on her doorstep
And listen to the Misfits "Where eagels dare" to swallow whole.

Growing up.

I guess im on my own.