The Lawrence Arms

Lyrics

I never
Wanted to die old
But it’s too late now
My heart has grown so cold
And the corpse I leave behind
Ain’t gonna be
No pretty boy
It’s a sick sack of disease

And we thought about, the way we’d go, high and beautiful and fuckin in the snow
On New years day, or Christmas eve, on a warm November night buried beneath orange leaves. Just a few dreams of the ways that we could leave.

My heart got kicked out of all its homes
And dying young just didn’t work so I guess I’m dying old
And there ain’t nowhere left to go, cuz all my loves would rather be alone.

And yesterday I woke up to find
The black in my beard had turned to white
And the pretty girls
That used to smile at me
Just stared off straight ahead
Or looked down at their feet

So tonight
I’ll sit up here
With the streetlights and these seventeen beers
Straight from the page
Of a teenage diary
Underneath these shitty stars like I was seventeen.