Intro
A#m F# A#m F#
[Verse]
A#m
Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it
F# (C#m)
Shaking head to toe while your left hand does "the show me around."
A#m F#
Quickens your heartbeat, it beats me straight into the ground
A#m
You don't recover from a night like this,
F# (C#m)
a victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless
A#m
F# hand moves in the dark to a zipper,
F#
hear a boy bracing tight against sheets, barely whisper:
C# (C#m)
"This is so messed up."
A#m
Upon arrival the guests had all stared,
F# (C#m)
dripping wet and clearly depressed he'd headed straight for the stairs
A#m
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch
F# (C#m)
Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships
A#m
He keeps his hands low, he doesn't wanna blow it
(Up the stairs,)
F#
He's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and the down
(the station, where the)
A#m
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up
(act becomes)
F# (C#m)
But the body on the bed beckons forward, and he starts growing up
(the art of.. growing up)
[Chorus]
A#m C# G# / A#m G# / A#m D#m \ C# (A)
The fever, the focus, the reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
F# D#m C#
Die young and save yourself
A#m C# G# / A#m G# / A#m D#m \ C# (A)
The tickle, the taste of, it used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up
F# D#m C#
Die young and save yourself
[Verse]
A#m
She hits the lights, this doesn't seem quite fair
F# (C#m)
Despite everything he learned from his friends, he doesn't feel so prepared
A#m F#
She's breathing quiet and smooth, he's gasping for air
A#m
"This is the first and last time," he says
F#
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his
A#m
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
F#
He's holding back from telling her
C#
Exactly what it really feels like
A#m
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter
F#
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her
A#m
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect
F#
He whispers that he loves her
But she's probably only looking for s--
A#m
So much more than he could ever give
(Up the stairs, the)
F# (C#m)
F# life free of lies and a meaningful relationship
(station, where the)
A#m
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
(act becomes)
F#
He waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside
(the art of.. growing up)
[Chorus]
A#m C# G# / A#m G# / A#m D#m \ C# (A)
The fever, the focus, the reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
F# D#m C#
Die young and save yourself
A#m C# G# / A#m G# / A#m D#m \ C# (A)
The tickle, the taste of, it used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up
F# D#m C# (C#m)
Die young and save yourself
[Instrumental]
(the chord change is often on the 4+ beat,
but for simplicit's sake it will be noted as if it was on the following 1)
| A#m | % | % | C# |
| A#m F# A#m F# | D#m C# D#m C# |
| A#m F# A#m F# | C# |
| A#m F# A#m F# | D#m C# D#m C# |
| A#m F# A#m F# | C# |
[Pre-Chorus]
A#m F# A#m F# N.C.
(Up the stairs, the station, where the act becomes the art of growing up)
[Chorus]
A#m C# G# / A#m G# / A#m D#m \ C# (A)
The fever, the focus, the reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
F# D#m C#
Die young and save yourself
A#m C# G# / A#m G# / A#m D#m \ C#
The tickle, the taste of, it used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up
N.C.
Die young and save yourself
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