Life is for the living
Death is for the dead
Young, dumb, naive
And full of existential dread
Burning bridges, forgetting names
Forever free from gloom
Am I barely avoiding my impending doom
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
Slowly
Contrary to popular opinion there is rest
For the wicked
But it's only just a wink at best
What a time to be alive
When push comes to shove
So let me be anything
But bored or in love
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
