Brand New - Sic Transit Gloria…Glory Fades / Deja Entendu (2003)
You don’t recover from a night like this.
THIS.IS.SO.MESSED.UP.
He is the lamb; she is the slaughter. She’s moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect. He whispers that he loves her, but she’s probably only looking for sss-
DIE YOUNG AND SAVE YOURSELFFFF
Her victims still lying in bed completely motionless.
Keep the noise low - she doesn’t wanna blow it. Shake from head to toe while your left hand does the ‘show me around’
Quickens your heart beat; beats me straight into the ground.
you don’t recover from a night like this