letlive. - Younger Lyrics

We've got millions of broken necks from looking up to youSo get your damn soapbox standing, high horse prancing ass down here with the truthSo don't let those admirers try and fit your shoesBecause they will then see one size fits all feet and then they will walk all over youWhen only the good die youngAin't it ironic I age so wellWhen only the good die youngAin't it ironic that I age so wellTo be the last man standing at the kissing boothThat really don't mean a thing when they're for free and don't taste like they shouldSo after you're done drowning in a glass that is half fullThe pessimists all join together and discuss how you never could do it like they couldWhen only the good die youngAin't it ironic I age so wellWhen only to good die youngAin't it ironic that I age so wellYou and me are a kitschy parody of sincerity, apparentlyTruth is heat, we're burning underneath our seatsBurning me for not standingI love I love myself, I love I love myself my self abandonmentI love I love myself, I love I love myself my self abandonmentWhen only the good die youngAin't it ironic I age so wellWhen only to good die youngAin't it ironic that I age so wellYou and me are a kitschy parody of sincerity, apparentlyTruth is heat, we're burning underneath our seatsBurning me for not standing