Sic Transit Gloria Glory Fades chords by Brand New

Tuning: Half-Step Down (Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb)

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-----------------|
   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. = palm muted
/ = slide up
\ = slide down

Intro:
C#m A C#m A

Verse:
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
(Up the stairs,)
   A
He's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and the down
(the station, where the)
C#m
 His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up
(act becomes)
    A                           (C#m)
But the body on the bed beckons forward, and he starts growing up
(the art of..                     growing up)

Chorus:
  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

Verse:
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

But she's probably only looking for s--

C#m
 So much more than he could ever give
(Up the stairs, the)
 A                     (C#m)
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship
(station, where the)
C#m
 He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
(act becomes)
  A
He waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside
(the art of..                  growing up)

Chorus:
  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

Instrumental:
(the chord change is often on the 4+ beat,
but for simplicit's sake it will be noted as if it was on the following 1)

| C#m | % | % | E |

| C#m A C#m A | F#m E  F#m E |
| C#m A C#m A | E       |

| C#m A C#m A | F#m E  F#m E |
| C#m A C#m A | E       |

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

Chorus:
  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
N.C.
 Die young and save yourself