She wakes up with her hair down, her hearts infected Her make-ups the least of her worries now her hearts infected and she’s already gone It’s worse when you’re young It's worse when you cant talk The words block your tongue She don’t mean what she says She’s only got one day to make it right And I don’t make the rules, but I’ve seen his face late at night, that’s right That’s right It’s worse when you’re young It's worse when you’re young It's worse when you cant talk The words block your tongue So, I'm sorry you're dead Sweetest face in your head, and everyone I know misses your lies We traded rings and nothings I wish I had mine now A lot of good my kisses did to your dead mouth Goodbyes are final now she swore So goodbye Goodbye to all the things you loved