Seventeener (17th and 37th)

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