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