Ruin The Friendship

It smells like wet grass, school hairspray, and that September when everything is new and serious. The song seems to be stuck between the last bell and the first regret - the one that lives somewhere under your skin, reminding you of itself in random smells and old songs on the radio.

It's all about “almost.” Almost a step, almost a kiss, almost courage. About those moments when the universe winks at you, and you pretend not to notice - and then for years you think that maybe it was worth it. The music crunches quietly underfoot like fallen leaves, and the words sound like a late revelation: better to ruin a friendship than to regret not taking a chance for the rest of your life.