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

Keep the noise low, she doesn’t wanna blow it Shake from head to toe while your left hand do the show me around Quickens your heartbeat, 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) He keeps his hands low, he doesn’t wanna blow it (The station where) He’s wet from head to toe, and his eyes give her the up and the down (The act becomes) His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up (The art of growing 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’s really having an effect He whispers that he loves her but she’s probably only looking for s…;

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

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

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