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