C        G                    Am
  I never  wanted to die old,

                       F
But it's too late now,

                            C
My heart has grown so cold.

                              G
And the corpse I leave behind

                Am
Ain't gonna be,

              F
No pretty boy

                         C
It's a sick sack of disease.



                 G/B
We thought about

                      Am
Ways we'd love to go.

          G         F
High and beautiful,

                    C
And fucking in the snow.

             G/B                   Am
On New Years Day or Christmas Eve,

                    G                               F
On a warm November night buried beneath the orange leaves.

        G                                    C
It's a few dreams on the ways that we could leave.



    C               G/B              Am
My heart got kicked out of all its homes,

     C                G/B               Am                 F
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old

                 G               Am
And there ain't nowhere left to go,

        F                  G         C
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.



              G                    Am
And yesterday   I woke up to find,

                 F                    C
The black in my beard had turn to white.

                     G                           Am
And the pretty girls   that used to smile at me,

                          F                              Am
Just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet.



           F                  C
So tonight   I'll sit up here

                       G                        Am
With these street lights and these seventeen beers.

                      F                  C
Straight from the page  of a teenage diary,

                         G                     F
Underneath these shitty stars like I was seventeen.


    G
(I mean)

         C               G/B             Am
That my heart got kicked out of all its homes,

     C               G/B                Am                 F
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old

                 G              Am 
And there ain't nowhere left to go,

        F                  G         C
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.



F                   G              Am 
   And there ain't nowhere left to go,

        F                  G         C
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.