and this is.. the art of growing up
keep the noise low
you don't recover from a night like this
a victim still lying in bed completely motionless
"this is so messed up"
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
the body on the bed beckons foward and he she starts growing up.
die young and save yourself
it used to be the reason i breathed but now it's choking me up.
despite everything he she learned from his her friends he she doesn't feel so prepared.
she he is breathing quiet and smooth (he she is gasping for air).
"this is the first and last time"
he's she's holding back from telling her him exactly what it feels like.
he she is a lamb. she he is the slaughter. she's he's moving way to fast and all he she wanted was to hold her him.
nothing that he she tells her him is really having an effect.
he she whispers that he she loves her him but she he is probably only looking for... so much more than he she could ever give.
he she waits for it to end and for the aching in his her guts to subside.
up the stairs, the station where the act is the art of growing up.
die young and save yourself
// brand new
// sic transit gloria... glory fades
you don't recover from a night like this
a victim still lying in bed completely motionless
"this is so messed up"
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
the body on the bed beckons foward and he she starts growing up.
die young and save yourself
it used to be the reason i breathed but now it's choking me up.
despite everything he she learned from his her friends he she doesn't feel so prepared.
she he is breathing quiet and smooth (he she is gasping for air).
"this is the first and last time"
he's she's holding back from telling her him exactly what it feels like.
he she is a lamb. she he is the slaughter. she's he's moving way to fast and all he she wanted was to hold her him.
nothing that he she tells her him is really having an effect.
he she whispers that he she loves her him but she he is probably only looking for... so much more than he she could ever give.
he she waits for it to end and for the aching in his her guts to subside.
up the stairs, the station where the act is the art of growing up.
die young and save yourself
// brand new
// sic transit gloria... glory fades