Up the stairs: the station where the act becomes the act of growing up...

"The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle. The taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself."


-Im getting addicted to those lyrics.. what the hell, do i need psychlogical help?

These ones too:

" I'm sinking like a stone in the sea.
I'm burning like a bridge for your body."