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