Keep the noise low
She doesn’t want to blow it
shake from head to toe
While your left hand does ‘the show me around’
Quickens your heartbeat
It beats me straight into the ground

You don’t recover from a night like this
A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
Barely whisper, “This is so messed up.”

Upon arrival, the guests had all stared
Dripping wet and clearly depressed
He’d headed straight for the stairs
No longer cool but a boy in a stitch
Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships

He keeps his hands low (up the stairs)
He doesn’t want to blow it
His wet from head to toe (the station where)
And his eyes give her the up and the down
He stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up (the act becomes)
But the body on the bed beckons forward
And he starts growing up (the art of growing up)

The fever…the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to sell.
(Die young and save yourself)
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed
but now it's choking me up.
(Die young and save yourself.)

She hits the lights
This doesn’t seem quite fair
Despite everything he’d learned from his friends
He doesn’t feel so prepared
She’s breathing quiet and smooth
He’s gasping for air.

‘This is first and last time’ he says
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
He’s holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels…like

He is the lamb
She is the slaughter
She’s moving way too fast
And all he wanted was to hold her
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect
He whispers that he loves her
But she’s probably only looking for se--

So much more than he could ever give (up the stairs)
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship (the station where)
He keeps his hands pinned down to his side (the act becomes)
He waits for it to end
And the aching in his gut to subside (the art of growing up)

The fever…the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to sell.
(Die young and save yourself)
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed
but now it's choking me up.
(Die young and save yourself.)

Up the stairs
The station where
The act becomes
The art of growing up…

The fever…the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to sell.
(Die young and save yourself)
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed
but now it's choking me up.
(Die young and save yourself.)
         
                
          
          
      
          
               
            
          
              
                  
               
               
          
Song: Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades
Artist: Brand New
CD: Deja Entendu