Lyrics

[Verse 1] Keep the noise low She doesn't 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 [Verse 2] You don't 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." [Verse 3] Upon arrival the guests had all stared Dripping wet and clearly depressed He'd headеd straight for the stairs No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch Unpreparеd for a life full of lies and failing relationships [Pre-Chorus 1] (Up the stairs) He keeps his hands low He doesn't wanna blow it (The station where) He's wet from head to toe and His eyes give her the up and the down (The act becomes) His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up But the body on the bed beckons Forward and he starts growing up (The art of growing up) [Chorus] The fever The focus Don't talk the talk And for the record, it's too early to tell We got the sickle cell The tickle The taste of What used to be the reason I breathed But now it's choking me up We got the sickle cell [Verse 1] Keep the noise low She doesn't 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 [Verse 2] You don't 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." [Verse 3] Upon arrival the guests had all stared Dripping wet and clearly depressed He'd headed straight for the stairs No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships [Pre-Chorus 1] (Up the stairs) He keeps his hands low He doesn't wanna blow it (The station where) He's wet from head to toe and His eyes give her the up and the down (The act becomes) His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up But the body on the bed beckons Forward and he starts growing up (The art of growing up) [Chorus] The fever The focus Don't talk the talk And for the record, it's too early to tell We got the sickle cell The tickle The taste of What used to be the reason I breathed But now it's choking me up We got the sickle cell [Bridge] Up the stairs The station where The act becomes The art of growing up [Chorus] The fever The focus Don't talk the talk And for the record, it's too early to tell We got the sickle cell The tickle The taste of What used to be the reason I breathed But now it's choking me up We got the sickle cell