Keep the noise low
She doesn't want to 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 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 and 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 is 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)
So much more than he could ever give
(The station where)
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship
(The act becomes)
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
(The art of growing up)
He waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside
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 and 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 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 and now it's choking me up
Die young and save yourself