Текст песни 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 that 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

Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah

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