SIC TRANSIT GLORIA (GLORY FADES) Guitar Chords by Brand New
[Verse 1] (Palm mute)
Bm
Keep the noise low, she doesn’t wanna blow it.
Em/D
Shaking head to toe while your left hand does the “show me around”
Bm G A
Quickens your heartbeat, beats you straight into the ground
Bm Em/D
You don’t recover from a night like this. A victim’s still lying in bed, completely motionless.
Bm G A
A hand moves in the dark to zipper, hear a boy bracing tight against the sheets, barely whispers:
Bm
“this is so messed up”
Bm
Upon arrival the guests had all stared,
Em/D
dripping wet and clearly depressed he’d headed straight for the stairs
Bm G A
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch, unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships
Bm
He keeps his hands low, he doesn’t wanna blow it,
Em/D
he’s wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and the down
Bm
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up,
G A
but the body on the bed beckons forward and he starts growing up
[Chorus] (Power chords)
Bm D B–C#m Em D
The fever, the focus, the reasons that I had to believe you weren’t too hard to sell,
G Em D
die young and save yourself!
Bm D B–C#m Em D
The tickle, the taste of, it used to be the reason I’d breathe but now it’s choking me up,
G Em D
die young and save yourself!
[Verse 2]
Bm
She hits the lights, this doesn’t seem quite fair
Em/D
Despite everything he’d learned from his friends, he doesn’t seem so prepared
Bm G A
She’s breathing quiet and smooth, he’s gasping for air.
Bm Em/D
“This is the first and last time”, he says. She fakes a smile and presser her hips into his
Bm
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides,
G A
he’s holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like
Bm Em/D
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter. She’s moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her
Bm
Nothing that he tells her’s really having an effect,
G A
he whispers that he loves her, but she’s probably only looking for sex
Bm Em/D
and so much more than he could ever give, a life free of lies and a meaningful relationship
Bm
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides,
G A
he waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside
[Chorus] (Power chords)
Bm D B–C#m Em D
The fever, the focus, the reasons that I had to believe you weren’t too hard to sell,
G Em D
die young and save yourself!
Bm D B–C#m Em D
The tickle, the taste of, it used to be the reason I’d breathe but now it’s choking me up,
G Em D
die young and save yourself!
[Pre Chorus]
N.C
Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing up
[Chorus]
Bm D B–C#m Em D
The fever, the focus, the reasons that I had to believe you weren’t too hard to sell,
G Em D
die young and save yourself!
Bm D B–C#m Em D
The tickle, the taste of, it used to be the reason I’d breathe but now it’s choking me up,
G Em D
die young and save yourself!
