Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades Brand New

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus 1]
He keeps his hands low (Up the stairs)
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
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up (The act becomes)
But the body on the bed beckons forward and he starts growing up (The art of growing up)

[Chorus]
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