Please picture me In the trees I hit my peak at seven
Feet In the swing Over the creek I was too scared to jump in,
but I, I was high In the sky With Pennsylvania under me Are there still beautiful things?
* Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no other
And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you
Your braids like a pattern Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long
And I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted
Your dad is always mad and that must be why And I think you should come live with
Me and we can be pirates Then you won't have to cry Or hide in the closet
And just like a folk song Our love will be passed on
Please picture me In the weeds Before I learned civility
I used to scream Ferociously Any time I wanted I, I
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