Growing Up

"I dried my eyes now i crust them with sleep. i'll crust them over.
She begged me "dont 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 find 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 and piss on her doorstep
And listen to the misfits "where eagels dare" to swallow whole.

Growing up.
I guess im on my own."


i don't talk to most people about it much, but i'm sure it's pretty obvious how i feel about growing up personally.
i just figured i'd go out and say it
i am deathly afraid of growing up.
why?
theres probably too many reason to think of
so i'll just ignore it for now
and,
i think thats the reason i've been so out of it and depressed lately.
cause we're told we all have to change and grow up.
and if you don't there's no hope for you.
so i guess,
i'm just coming to terms with how fucked i am.