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