Lyrics of the Day

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.

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 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.
"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 (life).

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...

Up the stairs: the station where 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.

Brand New: Sic Transit Gloria... Gloria Fades

Lyrics of the Day

If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand.
Hope you find out what you are, I already know what I am.

And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again... you can tell me how vile I already know that I am.

I'll grow old, start acting my age. It'll be a Brand New day, in a life that you hate.

A crown of gold... a heart that's harder than stone... and it hurts to hold on, but it's missed when it's gone.

Call me a safe bet. I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad you can forgive. Only hoping as time goes, you can forget...

If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of this state. You can keep to yourself, I'll keep out of your way.
And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down. Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out.

It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room,
when I sneak to your bed, to pour salt in your wounds.

So call it quits, or get a grip. You said you wanted a solution, you just wanted to be missed.

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget.
So you can forget. You can forget.

You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold,
pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close, you are second hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins,
holding onto yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain.
You are the blood in my veins.

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive. I'm only hoping as time goes... you can forget.

Brand New - The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot