Letlive - Younger
We've got millions of broken necks from looking up at youSo 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
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
You and me are a kitschy parody of sincerity, apparently
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
When only the good die young
Ain't it ironic I age so well
You and me are a kitschy parody of sincerity, apparently
Truth is heat, we're burning underneath our seats
Burning me for not standing
Written by:
JASON AALON BUTLER, JEAN NASCIMENTO, JEFF SAHYOUN, RYAN JAY JOHNSON
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