Die Young

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, thе more I wanna die young The oldеr I get, babe, the more I wanna die young --- Die Young - Jesse Jo Stark