Released on July 9, 2013

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We've got millions of broken necks from looking up to 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 the good die young

Ain't it ironic I age so well

When only the good die young

Ain't it ironic that I age so well

To be the last man standing at the kissing booth

That really don'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 that I age so well

You and me are a kitschy parody of sincerity, apparently

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 that I age so well

You and me are a kitschy parody of sincerity, apparently

Truth is heat, we're burning underneath our seats

Burning me for not standing