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 was high in the sky with Pennsylvania under me. Are there still beautiful things?
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. Sweet tea in the summer.