Brand New Sic Transit Gloria ... Glory Fades (Demo Version) Lyrics

Keep the noise low
She doesn't wanna blow it
Shaking head to toe
While your left hand does the show me around
Quicken your heartbeat
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 the sheets barely whisper
This is so messed up
Upon arrival the guests 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 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
But the body in the bed beckons forward
And he starts growing up

The fever, the focus
don't talk the talk
Are you breaking
It's to early to tell
We got the sickle cell
The tickle, the taste of
It used to be the reason I breathed
But now it's choking me up
We got the sickle cell

The fever, the focus
don't talk the talk
Are you breaking
It's to early to tell
We got the sickle cel
The tickle, the taste of
It used to be the reason I breathed
But now it's choking me up
We got the sickle cell

Up the stairs, the station where
The act becomes the art of growing