Die young and save yourself
The act becomes the art of growing up
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
"This is the first and last time," he says
He keeps his hands low, he doesn't wanna blow it
He whispers that he loves her
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his
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The fever, the focus
But she's probably only looking for
He doesn't feel so prepared
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up
The fever, the focus
He'd headed straight for the stairs
The fever, the focus
Die young and save yourself
She's breathing quiet and smooth
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
Die young and save yourself
He's gasping for air
Exactly what it really feels like
She hits the lights, this doesn't seem quite fair
Nothing that he tells her's really having an effect
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up
Shaking head to toe
Despite of everything he learned from his friends
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper
Die young and save yourself
Barely whisper, "This is so messed up"
Upon arrival the guests had all stared
The tickle, the taste of
Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships
Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up
He waits for it to end
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter
Up the stairs, the station where
And for the aching in his guts to subside
Songwriters: Vincent Accardi, Jesse Lacey
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up
It beats me straight up to the ground
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
You don't recover from a night like this
Die young and save yourself
Die young and save yourself
The tickle, the taste of
His eyes give her the up and the down
While your left hand does the 'show me around'
So much more than he could ever give
He's wet from head to toe and
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship
Dripping wet and clearly depressed
And he starts growing up
He's holding back from telling her
But the body on the bed beckons forward
Quickens your heartbeat
The tickle, the taste of