“What if we ruin it?”

[americasuitehearts]

You tasted like a promise
A flavor now so faint since you broke it
Leave her and suddenly your name is dragged across the top of the charts
Sad girls write sad songs
Getting famous off of misery
And acting like I’m the problem

So when I cut myself open;
Strung out and hung up for all to see
I hope you watch with some sense of morbid curiosity
Missing the days of getting lost in between heaven, hell, and my favorite pair of dark-wash jeans