Die Young - Jesse Jo Stark

You taste like cinnamon

Raised on adrenaline

Mama tried but you wouldn’t let her in

You taste like cinnamon

My little tumbling skeleton

I’m hysterical

Your tongue licks like heroin

Across the skin of the man I loved

I’m wearing him

I’m an alien

A spoon to cook saline in

I was born dead just so I could die again

I’m your dance floor

But you always want more

I’m so tired of saying I don’t want you anymore

But they’re my words and they’re all dressed in black

I’ve never been so sad

Ahhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhh

The older I get, babe, th more I wanna die young

The oldr I get, babe, the more I wanna die young