You never know
Until you know
When the bed’s left empty on the other side

Waking up
All alone
Nightmare with open eyes

Hanging by a heart string
Almost busted
I don’t got a single word
I got nothing
What is this reality
I don’t trust it
I don’t trust it

I hate to say goodbye
Now that it’s over
Is it really over
I hate myself sometimes
Now that I’m older
Wish I held you closer
Some get 33 trips around the sun
Why do the good die young
The good die young
33 trips around the sun
Seems like heaven gets the best ones
When the good die young


Send a text to her phone
Just to make it feel like she’s still here
Every night
I see her ghost
Behind me in a broken mirror

Hanging by a hurricane
World is spinning
Memories are novacane
Tunnel vision

I hate to say goodbye
Now that it’s over
Is it really over
I hate myself sometimes
Now that I’m older
Wish I held you closer
Some get 33 trips around the sun
Why do the good die young
The good die young
33 trips around the sun
Seems like heaven gets the best ones
When the good die young

Oh, when the good die young
Oh, Oh, Oh


I hate to say goodbye
Now that it’s over
I hate myself sometimes
Now that I’m older
Wish I held you closer


Some get 33 trips around the sun
Why do the good die young
The good die young
33 trips around the sun
Seems like heaven gets the best ones
When the good die young

Oh, why do the good die young
Heaven gets the best ones
When the good die young