I know the pressure of growing old too soon I can feel the space behind the room Like all the colors gone and nothing's ever new I'd like stay a while but cannot wait
I used to feel that we'd never hit the ground Just take a job forget the sound Get in the vehicle for all the tension used To captivate our minds before they change
We're dying young Along the script they run It's tragic and it sells So let's get paid It's cyclical I'm up, I'm down, I'm cool As long as we're all dying young these days