Pretty in Punk - Fall Out Boy

Written by：Joe Trohman/Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump/Mike Pareskuwicz

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 whoa

Growing up whoa

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 whoa

Growing up whoa

Growing up

Go

Whoa oh oh

I guess I'm my own better half

Whoa oh oh

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