[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