Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades
Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades
Keep the noise low.
"My house tonight”
She doesn't wanna blow it.
“Sure” he says not knowing what’s coming
Shaking from head to toe
She’s the girl everyone wants and no one gets. Untouchable.
while your left hand does "the show me around."
He spent hours getting ready.
Quickens your heartbeat.
He rings her doorbell.
It beats me straight into the ground.
Her sister answers the door and stares at him
You don't recover from a night like this.
Was that look pity?
A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless.
he races up the stairs to her room
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
The door is open and he heads in
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper,
She pushes him into the wall
"This is so messed up."
The house was full of people
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
They all watch him sprint up the stairs
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
It is pouring outside, he’s dripping everywhere
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No one cares who she did
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
The boy is stuck
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
He’ll never be ready to become just another number
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.
The only light is a lap next to the bed
He doesn't wanna blow it.
She takes off her shirt
He's wet from head to toe and
She slides of her pants before ripping off his shirt
his eyes give her the up and the down.
He likes what he sees
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
She sits down on the bed
But the body on the bed beckons forward
She checks him out
and he starts growing up.
Her hands reach his belt
The fever, the focus.
Her hands play with his zipper
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
His pants are down at his ankles
Die young and save yourself.
His boxers hit the floor and she’s on her knees
The tickle, the taste of...
Her tongue swirls around
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
He can’t breathe as she goes further up
Die young and save yourself.
She reaches over to the lamp
She hits the lights.
He’s tackled and pinned down to the bed.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Panic starts to set in
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
He’s having second thoughts
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She’s ready, he isn’t
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
“maybe we shouldn’t”
He's gasping for air.
She says “You know you want this”
"This is the first and last time," he says.
He thinks he’s in charge
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He’s frozen with fear
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
She knows she has him
He's holding back from telling her
stop
exactly what it really feels like.
He’s not liking it
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
He’s being used
She's moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her.
And just figured it out
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
“stop, let’s talk”
He whispers that he loves her,
He thought it was love
but she's probably only looking for sss...
Sex
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.
She’s playing with him on purpose
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
This isn’t passion, this isn’t love, it’s lust- for her
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
She’s enjoying herself
He waits for it to end
He hopes when he’s done she’ll stop
and for the aching in his guts to subside.
She screams
The fever, the focus.
He releases
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
She smirks and finishes
Die young and save yourself.
He lies there unable to move
The tickle, the taste of...
She kisses his lips
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
“I’ve had better” she whispers
Die young and save yourself.
She gets up and slips clothes back on
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
The fever, the focus.
She shuts the door on her way out
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
He’s still lying there
Die young and save yourself.
Trying to figure out what went wrong
The tickle, the taste of...
Still on the bed still sweating…
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
This is what it’s like to feel used
Die young and save yourself.
"My house tonight”
She doesn't wanna blow it.
“Sure” he says not knowing what’s coming
Shaking from head to toe
She’s the girl everyone wants and no one gets. Untouchable.
while your left hand does "the show me around."
He spent hours getting ready.
Quickens your heartbeat.
He rings her doorbell.
It beats me straight into the ground.
Her sister answers the door and stares at him
You don't recover from a night like this.
Was that look pity?
A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless.
he races up the stairs to her room
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
The door is open and he heads in
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper,
She pushes him into the wall
"This is so messed up."
The house was full of people
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
They all watch him sprint up the stairs
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
It is pouring outside, he’s dripping everywhere
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No one cares who she did
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
The boy is stuck
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
He’ll never be ready to become just another number
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.
The only light is a lap next to the bed
He doesn't wanna blow it.
She takes off her shirt
He's wet from head to toe and
She slides of her pants before ripping off his shirt
his eyes give her the up and the down.
He likes what he sees
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
She sits down on the bed
But the body on the bed beckons forward
She checks him out
and he starts growing up.
Her hands reach his belt
The fever, the focus.
Her hands play with his zipper
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
His pants are down at his ankles
Die young and save yourself.
His boxers hit the floor and she’s on her knees
The tickle, the taste of...
Her tongue swirls around
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
He can’t breathe as she goes further up
Die young and save yourself.
She reaches over to the lamp
She hits the lights.
He’s tackled and pinned down to the bed.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Panic starts to set in
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
He’s having second thoughts
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She’s ready, he isn’t
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
“maybe we shouldn’t”
He's gasping for air.
She says “You know you want this”
"This is the first and last time," he says.
He thinks he’s in charge
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He’s frozen with fear
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
She knows she has him
He's holding back from telling her
stop
exactly what it really feels like.
He’s not liking it
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
He’s being used
She's moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her.
And just figured it out
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
“stop, let’s talk”
He whispers that he loves her,
He thought it was love
but she's probably only looking for sss...
Sex
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.
She’s playing with him on purpose
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
This isn’t passion, this isn’t love, it’s lust- for her
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
She’s enjoying herself
He waits for it to end
He hopes when he’s done she’ll stop
and for the aching in his guts to subside.
She screams
The fever, the focus.
He releases
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
She smirks and finishes
Die young and save yourself.
He lies there unable to move
The tickle, the taste of...
She kisses his lips
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
“I’ve had better” she whispers
Die young and save yourself.
She gets up and slips clothes back on
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
The fever, the focus.
She shuts the door on her way out
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
He’s still lying there
Die young and save yourself.
Trying to figure out what went wrong
The tickle, the taste of...
Still on the bed still sweating…
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
This is what it’s like to feel used
Die young and save yourself.