Younger

We've got millions of broken necks from looking up at you
 So get your damn soapbox standing, high horse prancing ass down here with the truth
 So don't let those admirers try and fit your shoes
 Because they will then see one size fits all feet and then they will walk all over you
 When only to good die young
 Ain't it ironic I age so well
 When only to good die young
 Ain't it ironic I age so well
 To be the last man standing at the kissing booth
 That really doesn't mean a thing when they're for free and don't taste like they should
 So after you're done drowning in a glass that is half full
 The pessimists all join together and discuss how you never could do it like they could
 When only the good die young
 Ain't it ironic I age so well
 When only to good die young
 Ain't it ironic I age so well
 Truth is heat, we're burning underneath our seats
 Burning me for not standing
 I love I love myself
 I love I love myself my self abandonment
 I love I love myself
 I love I love myself my self abandonment
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 When only the good die young
 Ain't it ironic I age so well
 When only to good die young
 Ain't it ironic I age so well
 Truth is heat, we're burning underneath our seats
 Burning me for not standing