SUGARWATER HIGH (by Fanny Alexandra) [Verse 1] You wear your danger like designer jeans, Ripped at the knees where the innocence bleeds Cherry-red mouth with a switchblade smile, Making bad decisions look editorialized We were teenage taxidermy in a motel glow, Stuffing dead dreams into pretty clothes You said, “Baby, everybody sells their soul” Like it was half-price at the corner store You kissed me hard in the supermarket aisle By the cigarettes and the infant formula God, we looked like a headline waiting to happen— “Two kids found laughing at the apocalypse.” ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Your halo flickered neon green Like a motel sign with bad wiring Everybody loves a beautiful disaster ‘Til the smoke alarm starts singing ⸻ [Chorus] We were on a sugarwater high— Cheap perfume and adrenaline July You said, “Forever” with your crossed-out eyes Like a vandal writing scripture on a bathroom tile Oh my God— We made heaven look like a crime scene Pink lipstick on the guillotine You held my heart like a hand grenade Then dared me, baby—pull the pin Sugarwater high Rotten teeth, american delight You taste so sweet right before you bite Oh God, I still want another night On your sugarwater high Sugarwater high ⸻ [Verse 2] You had a mouth full of glitter and bad news Said, “Love’s just violence in better shoes” I laughed too loud like I always do When something hurts enough to tell the truth Your bedroom looked like a war memorial— Burnt-out candles, denim, serials We danced barefoot through the broken glass Like every bad choice was ceremonial And you— You made self-destruction look romantic Like getting high behind the church at midnight Like crying pretty counts as healing Like surviving means you somehow did it right ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Your halo flickered neon green Static sparks beneath your teeth Everybody wants a beautiful martyr Nobody wants the bloodstains clean ⸻ [Chorus] We were on a sugarwater high— Cheap perfume and adrenaline July You said, “Forever” with your crossed-out eyes Like a vandal writing scripture on a bathroom tile Oh my God— We made heaven look like a crime scene Pink lipstick on the guillotine You held my heart like a hand grenade Then dared me, baby—pull the pin Sugarwater high Rotten teeth, american delight You taste so sweet right before you bite Oh God, I still want another night On your sugarwater high Sugarwater high… ⸻ [Bridge] Now every gas station looks cinematic Every streetlight hums your name I still see us in the freezer section Dancing feral in fluorescent rain You said, “Love me like a loaded gun— Pretty enough to ruin someone.” And I did. God, I did. ⸻ [Final Chorus] We were on a sugarwater high— Bleeding glitter through the 4th of July You kissed me like an alibi Like young girls only get so many lives Oh my God— You turned my sadness into style Made heartbreak look juvenile Now every mirror talks in your voice, baby, Every bad decision makes me smile Sugarwater high Candy-coated suicide Still taste your name when I close my eyes Like artificial cherry and cyanide Sugarwater high… Sugarwater high… You were so sweet Right before the bite.
