Lyrics Letlive – Younger
Text:
We’ve got millions of broken necks from looking up to 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
‘Cause then they will then see
And then they will walk all over you
2x
When only the good die young
Ain’t it ironic I age so well
To be the last man standing at the kissing booth
That really don’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
2x
When only the good die young
Ain’t it ironic I age so well
‘Cause you and me, a kitschy parody of sincerity, apparently
Truth is heat, we’re burning underneath our seats
Burning me for not standing
2x
I love I love myself
I love I love myself my self-abandonment
2x
When only the good die young
Ain’t it ironic I age so well
‘Cause you and me, a kitschy parody of sincerity, apparently
Truth is heat, we’re burning underneath our seats
Burning me for not standing
Stand up! Remember that one!
