​letlive. - Younger lyrics

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
Because they will then see one
Size fit's all feet
And then they will walk all over you

When only the good die young
Ain't it ironic I age so well
When only the good die young
Ain't it ironic that 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

When only the good die young
Ain't it ironic I age so well
When only to good die young
Ain't it ironic that I age so well

You and me are a
Kit'schy 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
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
When only to good die young
Ain't it ironic that I age so well

You and me are a
Kit'schy parody of sincerity, apparently
Truth is heat
We're burning underneath our seats
Burning me for not standing