2.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.
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