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my stomach is alllll tied up in knots. honest to god... i havent felt this sick and twisted before. jesus. keep the noise low, she doesnt wanna blow it shaking head to toe while your left hand does the "show me around" quicken your heartbeat it beats me straight into the ground you dont 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 headed straight for the stairs no longer cool but a boy in a stich, unprepared for a life full of lives and failing relationships UP THE STAIRS he keeps his hands low he doesnt wanna blow it THE STATION WHERE he's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her THE ACT BECOMES the up and the down his stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up. THE ART OF GROWING 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 werent 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 doesnt seem quite fair despite everything he's learned from his friends he doesnt 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 to his sides he's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like he is the lamb, she is the slaughter she's moving way to fast and all he wanted was to hold her nothing that he tells her really has an affect he whispers that he loves her but she's proabbly only looking for... UP THE STAIRS so much more than he could ever give THE STATION WHERE a life free of lies and a meaningful relationship THE ACT BECOMES he keeps his hands pinned down at his sides THE ART OF GROWING UP he waits for it to end and the aching in his guts to subside THE FEVER, THE FOCUS, THE REASONS THAT I HAD TO BELIEVE YOU WERENT TOO HARD TO SELL... DIE YOUNG AND SAVE YOURSELF. THE TICKLE, THE TASTE OF, IT USED TO BE THE REASON I BREATHED BUT NOW ITS CHOKING ME UP DIE YOUNG AND SAVE YOURSELF. wow. that song. makes me want to die.
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