Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades Lyrics

Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades

Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it.
She stripped from head to toe
and then left him with his shoulder out.
Go get your heartbeat.
It beats
me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like
this.

Our victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand
moves in the dark to her zipper.
And a boy best in tourniquet sheets barely
whispers,
"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
filled with 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.
Get the
body on the bed like it's flowered and he starts going down.

The people,
the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to
settle.
Die young and save yourself.

They take all the taste
out.
It used to be the reason that we're even, 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 said.
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 the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too
fast
and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he touches 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 old.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life full of lies
and failing relationships.

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 people, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you
weren't too hard to settle.

Die young and save yourself.
They take
all the taste out.
It used to be the reason that we're even,
now it's
choking me up.

Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs, the
station where the act becomes the art of growing old.
The people, the
focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to
settle.
Die young and save yourself.
They take all the taste out.
It
used to be the reason that we're even,
now it's choking me up.

Die
young and save yourself.