Author's Note: Thanks to Lana del Rey for the inspiration. I don't own her or HoW (aww man...).
Like an American
You make me want to throw my head back and scream at the sky, let my hair blow in the wind. I want to simultaneously undress and cover myself in front of you. You scare me. You enthrall me. My heart breaks with every inch I move away or toward you. And I am ashamed.