"Seventeener (17th And 37th)" lyrics

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 Years 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

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 that 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