Younger (Revisited)

We've got millions of broken necks from looking up at 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 fits all feet and then they will walk all over you When only to good die young Ain't it ironic I age so well When only to good die young Ain't it ironic I age so well To be the last man standing at the kissing booth That really doesn'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 I age so well 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 I age so well Truth is heat, we're burning underneath our seats Burning me for not standing