Butterfly kissing you by the river where it started. Sandy strands of dishwater hair. And raspy whispers of cotton-picked fields. Off-white, under dry wind skies.
Some nights my room's dark. Some nights my room's dark. Some nights my room's dark. Some nights my room's dark. . Some nights my room's dark. Some nights my room's dark.
Make me a Chevy because an old Chevy made me. And a young one makes me a Chevy. Where would I go and how do I explain your body to the rest of my day.