Sic Transit Gloria..Glory Fades [correct Lyrics]

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keep the noise low.
(she doesnt want to blow it.)
Shaking head to toe while your left hand does " show me around".
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.
You dont 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 the sheets barely whisper,
"This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed hed headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch.
Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.

He keeps his hands low. (he doesnt want to blow it.)
Hes 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 in the bed beckons foward and he starts growing up.
The fever.
The focus.
The reasons that i had to believe you werent too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle.
The taste of... they used to be the reason i breathed.
But now its choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

She hits the lights.
This doesnt seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends he doesnt feel so prepared.
She's breathing quite 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.
Shes moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is realling 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 free of lies and a meaingful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end and the aching in his gut to subside.
Up the stairs: the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.