The Lawrence Arms
Seventeener (17th and 37th)
[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
And 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
Just a few dreams of the ways that we could leave

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

[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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

[Chorus]