Lyrics Maybe I'm Too Young to Die (Voice Memo) - Jack Vallier

Maybe I'm Too Young to Die (Voice Memo)

I’m just a man
And I’ll never be what I wish
But I’m hoping I’m someone you’d miss
If I left you a letter
Would you remember me better than this?
'Cause I’m just a man
Leaning right over the edge
Down from the Golden Gate Bridge
If I said I was sorry and I didn’t want you to worry, I did
It’s the wind on my back, against the grip of my hands
Would I hear your voice as I fall?
What if there’s nothing at all?
What if it’s too late to decide?
Maybe I’m too young to die
I hate what I am
And all of the things that I’m not
Such a waste of the real love I’ve got
To be stood here forever, tying now up with never in knots
'Cause it’s the wind on my back, against the grip of my hands
Would I hear your voice as I fall?
What if there’s nothing at all?
What if it’s too late to decide?
I wanna grow old, old, old
Maybe I’m too young to die
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, I wanna grow old, old, old
Maybe I’m too young to die