Seventeener
The Lawrence Arms Lyrics


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I never wanted to die old,
But it's too late now,
My heart has grown so cold.
And the corpse I leave behind
Ain't gonna be,
No pretty boy
It's a sick sack of disease.
We thought about
Ways we'd love to go.
High and beautiful,
And fucking in the snow.
On New Years Day or Christmas Eve,
On a warm November night buried beneath the orange leaves.
It's a few dreams on the ways that we could leave.

My heart got kicked out of all its homes,
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.

And yesterday I woke up to find,
The black in my beard had turn to white.
And the pretty girls that used to smile at me,
Just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet.

So tonight I'll sit up here
With these street lights and these seventeen beers.
Straight from the page of a teenage diary,
Underneath these shitty stars like I was seventeen.

(I mean)
That my heart got kicked out of all its homes,
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.





And there ain't nowhere left to go,
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.

Overall Meaning

The Lawrence Arms's song Seventeener is a poignant and reflective exploration of the complexities of ageing, life and death. The lyrics offer a bleak assessment of the singer's journey, as they contemplate their own mortality, having grown old and tired of life. The opening lines, "I never wanted to die old, but it's too late now, my heart has grown so cold" speak to the idea that perhaps the singer envisioned their life in a certain way, but the reality of aging has left them disillusioned and disconnected.


As the song progresses, the singer reflects on the different scenarios in which they may have wanted to die, from "High and beautiful, and fucking in the snow" to "buried beneath the orange leaves." These musings are juxtaposed against the harsh reality of the singer's current state, as they note the physical changes in their appearance and the way that others see them. The line "And the pretty girls that used to smile at me, just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet" is particularly poignant, highlighting the singer's sense of loss and disillusionment with the passage of time.


Ultimately, Seventeener is a song about the effects of time and aging on the human experience. The singer has come to terms with their own mortality, but the pain of living on and losing parts of themselves along the way is a profound one.


Line by Line Meaning

I never wanted to die old,
I didn't desire to live long and age, but it's too late now.


But it's too late now,
I missed my chance to die young.


My heart has grown so cold.
My emotions have become distant and unfeeling.


And the corpse I leave behind
The remains of my body after death.


Ain't gonna be,
Won't be


No pretty boy
It won't be a beautiful corpse.


It's a sick sack of disease.
It will be a repulsive body with diseases.


We thought about
We considered


Ways we'd love to go.
Different ways to die that we would enjoy.


High and beautiful,
A drug-fueled, euphoric death.


And fucking in the snow.
Sex in a winter wonderland before dying.


On New Years Day or Christmas Eve,
Death on a holiday.


On a warm November night buried beneath the orange leaves.
A peaceful death and burial in autumn.


It's a few dreams on the ways that we could leave.
These are only some of the imagined ways we could die.


My heart got kicked out of all its homes,
My heart has been broken by all my failed relationships.


And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
I wanted to die young, but it didn't happen, so I am facing old age and death.


And there ain't nowhere left to go,
There is nowhere else to turn for comfort.


'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.
All the people I have loved prefer to be alone instead of being with me.


And yesterday I woke up to find,
I woke up and saw the changes in my appearance.


The black in my beard had turn to white.
My hair has started to gray with age.


And the pretty girls that used to smile at me,
Women who used to be attracted to me.


Just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet.
Now avoid me or are no longer interested.


So tonight I'll sit up here
I will spend the night sitting here.


With these street lights and these seventeen beers.
Drinking and being alone with the street lights.


Straight from the page of a teenage diary,
Feels like I am reliving the same feelings from my adolescence.


Underneath these shitty stars like I was seventeen.
Feeling like a teenager again, looking at the same ordinary stars.


(I mean) That my heart got kicked out of all its homes,
Repeats that my heart has been broken by failed relationships.


And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
Repeats that I couldn't die young and am now facing old age and death.


And there ain't nowhere left to go,
Repeats that there is no escape from this reality.


'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.
Repeats that I am alone due to failed relationships.


And there ain't nowhere left to go,
Repeats that there is no escape from my current situation.


'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.
Repeats that all the people I loved have left me alone.




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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Brandon Cheek

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

We thought about
Ways we'd love to go.
High and beautiful,
And fucking in the snow.
On New Years Day or Christmas Eve,
On a warm November night buried beneath the orange leaves.
It's a few dreams on the ways that we could leave.

My heart got kicked out of all its homes,
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.

And yesterday I woke up to find,
The black in my beard had turn to white.
And the pretty girls that used to smile at me,
Just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet.

So tonight I'll sit up here
With these street lights and these seventeen beers.
Straight from the page of a teenage diary,
Underneath these shitty stars like I was seventeen.

(I mean)
That my heart got kicked out of all its homes,
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.

And there ain't nowhere left to go,
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.



Eric Buhl

BrenMan94
My Interpretation:
The song is about growing up. Simple. The title, "17th and 37th" refer to the age Brendan was when he started Slapstick and how old he is now (at the time the record was released).

Seventeener (17th And 37th)"

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

We thought about
Ways we'd love to go.
High and beautiful,
And fucking in the snow.
On New Years Day or Christmas Eve,
On a warm November night buried beneath the orange leaves.
It's a few dreams on the ways that we could leave.

My heart got kicked out of all its homes,
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.

And yesterday I woke up to find,
The black in my beard had turn to white.
And the pretty girls that used to smile at me,
Just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet.

So tonight I'll sit up here
With these street lights and these seventeen beers.
Straight from the page of a teenage diary,
Underneath these shitty stars like I was seventeen.

(I mean)
That my heart got kicked out of all its homes,
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.

And there ain't nowhere left to go,
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.



All comments from YouTube:

Chris Manthey

No song better conveys the innate acceptance one must go through when they realize they are getting old.

Joey Woodpieces

I'm hoping that all the dislikes are from people that are currently still young and beautiful ... Because this song is absolutely dead on! Love these guys!

Mike. Larose

I'll be 48 next week. Bought DK give me convenience.... at12. Suicidal at 13 and leave home by Ramones. Small Town skate kid. South county Massachusetts. 87 changed my life. Forever. Still laughing still listening still learning. Still drinking. Let's go!

Abraham Arroyo

This song hits so hard when you're over 30

Matt R

Or 40… 🥲

Mimi Simpjoy

I'm 27 approaching 30 freaking the FUCK out

Mimi Simpjoy

Punk doesn't help. It's real nostalgic reminds me of being young

trebjmike

The "When I Come Around" part is awesome. What a great band/song/video

Edward F. Pignataro IV

I totally noticed that.

kevinbeatzeus

I saw that. It’s when I come around, ruby soho and all the small things.

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