Lawrence Arms - Seventeener 17th and 37th

^C I never^G wanted to die old, ^Am But it's too late now, ^F My heart has grown so cold. ^C And the corpse I leave behind ^G Ain't gonna be, ^Am No pretty boy ^F It's a sick sack of disea^Cse.

We thought about ^G/B Ways we'd love to go. ^Am High and b^Geautiful, ^F And fucking in the s^Cnow. On New Years ^G/BDay or Christmas Eve, ^Am On a warm November n^Gight buried beneath the orange l^Feaves. It's a f^Gew dreams on the ways that we could l^Ceave.

My h^Ceart got kicked ^G/Bout of all its ho^Ammes, And d^Cying young just d^G/Bidn't work and so ^AmI guess I'm dying o^Fld And there ain't n^Gowhere left to g^Amo, 'Cause a^Fll my loves would r^Gather be a^Clone.

And yesterday ^G I woke up to find, ^Am The black in my b^Feard had turn to whit^Ce. And the pretty girls ^G that used to smile at me, ^Am Just stared off straight a^Fhead or looked down at their fe^Amet.

So tonight ^F I'll sit up here ^C With these street light^Gs and these seventeen bee^Amrs. Straight from the page^F of a teenage diar^Cy, Underneath these shitty s^Gtars like I was sevent^Feen.

(I m^Gean) That my h^Ceart got kicked ^G/Bout of all its h^Amomes, And d^Cying young just ^G/Bdidn't work and so ^AmI guess I'm dying o^Fld And there ain't n^Gowhere left to ^Amgo, 'Cause a^Fll my loves would r^Gather be a^Clone.

^F And there ain't n^Gowhere left to ^Amgo, 'Cause a^Fll my loves would r^Gather be a^Clone. END