Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades

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 Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades - By Brand New

Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades
By Brand New

Keep the noise low

She doesn't wanna blow it

Shaking 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

Up the stairs, the station where
The act becomes, the art of growing up
He keeps his hands low
He doesn't wanna blow it
He's wet from head to toe and
His eyes give her the up and the down
His stomach turns, 
And he thinks of throwing up
But the body on the bed beckons forward
And he starts 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 learned from his friends
He doesn't feel so prepared
She's breathing quiet and smooth
He's gasping for air

This is the 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 sss...

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

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