Grass stains Zeph

It was bound to come to this (as it always does)
But I don't know how we ended up here
You promised I was worth the risk (you promised I was)
Now I just wonder if I'll still be thinking about you next year (because)

We started way too fast
Bound to trip up, get bruised and scratched
'Cause dying on that hill still meant pain
It wasn't made to last
We both said things we can't take back
Now all I have left are these grass stains