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

[Verse 1]Keep the noise lowShe doesn't wanna blow itShaking head to toeWhile your left hand does "the show me around."Quickens your heartbeatIt beats me straight into the ground[Verse 2]You don't recover from a night like thisA victim, still lying in bed, completely motionlessA hand moves in the dark to a zipperHear a boy bracing tight against sheetsBarely whisper, "This is so messed up."[Verse 3]Upon arrival the guests had all staredDripping wet and clearly depressedHe'd headed straight for the stairsNo longer cool, but a boy in a stitchUnprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships[Pre-Chorus 1]He keeps his hands lowHe doesn't wanna blow itHe's wet from head to toe andHis eyes give her the up and the downHis stomach turns and he thinks of throwing upBut the body on the bed beckons forwardAnd he starts growing up(Up the stairs, the station whereThe act becomes the art of growing up)[Chorus]The fever, the focusThe reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sellDie young and save yourselfThe tickle, the taste ofIt used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me upDie young and save yourself[Verse 4]She hits the lightsThis doesn't seem quite fairDespite everything he learned from his friendsHe doesn't feel so preparedShe's breathing quiet and smoothHe's gasping for air[Verse 5]"This is the first and last time," he saysShe fakes a smile and presses her hips into hisHe keeps his hands pinned down at his sidesHe's holding back from telling herExactly what it really feels like[Verse 6]He is the lamb, she is the slaughterShe's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold herNothing that he tells her is really having an effectHe whispers that he loves herBut she's probably only looking for s--[Pre-Chorus 2]So much more than he could ever giveA life free of lies and a meaningful relationshipHe keeps his hands pinned down at his sidesHe waits for it to endAnd for the aching in his guts to subside(Up the stairs, the station whereThe act becomes the art of growing up)[Chorus]The fever, the focusThe reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sellDie young and save yourselfThe tickle, the taste ofIt used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me upDie young and save yourself[Bridge]Up the stairs, the station whereThe act becomes the art of growing up[Chorus]The fever, the focusThe reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sellDie young and save yourselfThey take all the taste outIt used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me upDie young and save yourself