They said it's too late to die young,
I think you took that as an invitation to grow up, grow old.
What you like to imply is that the scares don't really hurt anymore,
because even though they **** me on the inside,
you live under the impression that your insides have already died.

The poetry in your veins tells you the first time you died was when your mom had better things to do that watch you live,
I think you believe death has engulfed your soul,
I want to tell you to breath that burst says you're alive.

If you can no longer feel your heart allow me to,
and remember if the only way to remember you're still here is to mark it down on you,
remember only live tissue can turn black and blue