Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades
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Keep the noise low She doesn't wanna blow it Shaking 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 reason 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 a 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... (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 gut to subside. The fever, the focus The reason 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 reason 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.2006 Alexisonfire All time favourites alternastuff alternative alternative pop punk rock alternative rock angry best songs ever written Brand New brilliant cates favorites cool lyrics dante durkadurka emo emoish emotional fast Favorite favorite song favorite songs favorites Favourite bands for being nostalgic giddy up great song guilty pleasure heart lots High School hot indie indie rock jesse lacey Jimmy Eat World Lieblingszeugs look at how mainstream i have LoVeD StUfF melancholy metal my first favorite rock song obvious pop culture references on repeat petes favorites pop pop punk Pop-punk post hardcore pretty tracks punk punk rock repeat rock Rocking rockn out running music saosin screamo seen live semimental sex sex music seXXX so love sorrow summer 2005 tagged taking back sunday youth
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