Die Young

Wasn't the worst thing you ever heard, but it was up there

Up there with finding out you would die

Man, we all gotta go

Said you were ready to break the ice

You took your hammer and smashed it right thru my skull

To match the hole in my heart

I say that i can't take another false alarm

I can't take another night alone

Ripped all the hands off my clocks, i'd break their fingers if they had them

Oh if them had them i'd get them to talk

And i'd locate the crash

Everything crumbles if you stare too long

That's why fleeting glances never seem to do any harm

Don't you look my way

Because we all die young

It's just a matter of how cracked the shells that surround us become

Either broken and frayed or cherubic porcelain

But the hole in the ground is always the same

I don't want to die