Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades

Deja Entendu Album Artwork

Album: Deja Entendu

Artist: Brand New

  • 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.
  • 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 but 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.
  • 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 tells her is really having an effect.
  • He whispers that he loves her,
  • but she's probably only looking for se-...
  • the act becomes the art of growing up.
  • So much more than he could ever give.
  • A life free of 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 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.
  • 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 but now it's choking me up.
  • Die young and save yourself.

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