| Artist: Brand New Song Name: Sic Transit Gloria (glory fades) Album: Deja Intendu Year: 2003 Frances Rating: 10/10 |
| keep the noise low she doesnt want to blow it stripped from head to toe while your left hand does the show me around quickens your heart beat it beats me straight into the ground you dont recover from a night like this our victim still lying in bed completely motionless a hand moves in the dark to her zipper hear a boy braced tight against sheets barel whisper "this is so messed up" upon arival the guests had all stared dripping wet and clearly depressed he headed straight for the stairs no longer cool but a boy in a stitch unprepared for a life full of lies and a meaningful relationship (Up the stairs the station where the act becomes the art of growing up) he keeps his hands low he doesnt want to blow it he's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and 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 belive you werent too hard to sell die young and save yourself! the tickle the taste of it used to be the reason i breathed and now its choking me up die young and save yourself! she hits the lights this doesnt seem quite fair despite everything he's learnt from his friends he doesn't feel so prepared shes breathing quiet and smooth hes 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 hes holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels.... like she is the lamb, he is the slaughter shes moving way to fast and all he wanted was to hold her nothing that he tells her is realy having an effect he whispers that he loves her but shes probably only looking for so much more than he could ever give a life full o f 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 guts to subside. the fever the focus the reasons that i had to belive you werent too hard to sell die young and save yourself! the tickle the taste of it used to be the reason i breathed and now its choking me up die young and save yourself! Up the stairs the station where the act becomes the art of growing old the fever the focus the reasons that i had to belive you werent too hard to sell die young and save yourself! the tickle the taste of it used to be the reason i breathed and now its choking me up die young and save yourself! |
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