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 We thought about ways we'd love to go High and beautiful and fucking in the snow On New Year's day or Christmas Eve On a warm november night, buried beneath the orange leaves It's a few dreams on the ways that we could leave But my heart got kicked out of all its homes And dying young just didn't work And so I guess I'm dying old And now there ain't nowhere left to go 'Cause 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 who used to smile at me Just stared off straight ahead Or looked down at their feet So tonight, I'll sit up here With these street lights and these seventeen beers Straight from the page of a teenage diary Underneath these shitty stars Like I was seventeen (I mean) That my heart got kicked out of all its homes And dying young just didn't work And so I guess I'm dying old And now there ain't nowhere left to go 'Cause all my loves would rather be alone And now there ain't nowhere left to go 'Cause all my loves would rather be alone