[Verse 1] Bag the glass and label the regret. The carpet's damp but the sun hasn't risen yet. Chalk lines tracing where the feeling used to stay, Before the neon lights washed the soul away. One eye on the door, one hand on the ghost, Loving the things that hurt us the most. [Pre-Chorus] (Music thins out, leaving a jittery, nervous bassline) The room is a witness that won't ever speak. The pulse in my neck is getting tired and weak. A flicker in the static, a blur in the lens, This is the part where the memory ends. [Chorus] [Cold, Piercing Synth Swell] The fever, the focus. The reasons I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. Die young and save yourself. It used to be the reason I breathed But now it's choking me up. Die young and save yourself. [Verse 2] (Fast, clipped delivery—anxious energy) The report says "accident," but we know the truth. We spent our inheritance on a wasted youth. A chemical halo in a bathroom stall, Waiting for the gravity to break the fall. It’s not a mystery if you know how it ends: Empty pockets and imaginary friends. [Bridge] (Guitars turn into a wash of grey noise and feedback) The evidence is mounting. The clock is just counting. (It’s a miracle we made it...) (It’s a tragedy we’re here...) [Chorus] [Cold, Piercing Synth Swell] The fever, the focus. The reasons I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. Die young and save yourself. It used to be the reason I breathed But now it's choking me up. Die young and save yourself.
