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. -Brand New <3
yeah i knew it was..I'm not that stupid lol
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.
-Brand New
<3
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