Brand New – Sic Transit Gloria Glory Fades (Guitar)

The signature Bass Riff:
    C#m             A                 C#m             A
Gb|---------------------------------|---------------------------------|
Db|-----------------7-6-----7-6---9-|-----------------7-6---7-6---7---|
Ab|---------------------7-0-----7---|---------------------7-----7---7-|
Eb|-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-----------------|-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-----------------|
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C#m
  Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it

A                                                           (C#m)
Shaking head to toe while your left hand does "the show me around."

C#m                                                        A
  Quickens your heartbeat, it beats me straight into the ground

C#m
  You don't recover from a night like this,

  A                                            (C#m)
a victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless

C#m
  A hand moves in the dark to a zipper,

A
hear a boy bracing tight against sheets, barely whisper:

 E                (C#m)
"This is so messed up."

C#m
  Upon arrival the guests had all stared,

  A                                                             (C#m)
dripping wet and clearly depressed he'd headed straight for the stairs

C#m
  No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch

      A                                                (C#m)
Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships

C#m
  He keeps his hands low, he doesn't wanna blow it

     A
He's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and the down

C#m
  His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up

        A                                                     (C#m)
But the body on the bed beckons forward, and he starts growing up

    C#m        E      B / C#m            B / C#m   F#m            \  E          (A)
The fever, the focus, the reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell

A               F#m      E
  Die young and save yourself

    C#m         E         B / C#m               B / C#m F#m             \ E              (A)
The tickle, the taste of, it used to be the reason I    breathed, but now it's choking me up

A               F#m      E
  Die young and save yourself

C#m
  She hits the lights, this doesn't seem quite fair

        A                                                             (C#m)
Despite everything he learned from his friends, he doesn't feel so prepared

C#m                                                A
  She's breathing quiet and smooth, he's gasping for air

C#m
  "This is the first and last time," he says

A
  She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his

C#m
  He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides

     A
He's holding back from telling her

                         E
Exactly what it really feels like

C#m
  He is the lamb, she is the slaughter

      A
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her

C#m
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect

   A
He whispers that he loves her

C#m
  So much more than he could ever give

  A                                          (C#m)
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship

C#m
  He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides

   A
He waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside

    C#m        E      B / C#m            B / C#m   F#m            \  E          (A)
The fever, the focus, the reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell

A               F#m      E
  Die young and save yourself

    C#m         E         B / C#m               B / C#m F#m             \ E              (A)
The tickle, the taste of, it used to be the reason I    breathed, but now it's choking me up

A               F#m      E  (C#m)
  Die young and save yourself

 C#m                  A                C#m             A         N.C.
(Up the stairs, the station, where the act becomes the art of growing up)

    C#m        E      B / C#m            B / C#m   F#m            \  E          (A)
The fever, the focus, the reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell

A               F#m      E
  Die young and save yourself

    C#m         E         B / C#m               B / C#m F#m             \ E
The tickle, the taste of, it used to be the reason I    breathed, but now it's choking me up