Please picture me in the trees,

When we were still young and naive,

And thought that it could never get better.

Swinging over the creek,

You looking at me,

Us both ignoring the weather.

And I must say,

That though I can't recall your face,

I've still got love for you.

All throughout the summer,

We forgot about September,

And just sang folk songs.

Cross your heart, won't tell no other,

Have you told anybody else, I wonder,

Cause it has been so very long.

And I've been meaning to ask you,

Is your father still blue,

Cause of all those ghosts?

If not, then you can still come live with me,

And in the sky we will forever be,

Just like in those folk songs.

Maybe we can go to that tree,

Where we always felt free,

And our love can finally be passed on.

You say you don't want no trust fund baby,

Well, baby, I ain't even got a fund,

I just bring the fun.

I'm the type of girl that be rockin' baggy jeans,

Not a limousine.

Don't know about stronger,

But my daddy says I'm smarter

I ain't scared to laugh,

To share my craft,

To write that draft.

I'm the type of girl that could make you anything,

The type that people say is competent,

With some common sense.

No, I ain't the type of girl to almost die,

Just to get a dime.

No, I ain't no trust fund baby,

But that don't mean I want to be your lady.

Kissing under the stars,

I think one of them was Mars,

We didn't really seem to care.

You said you didn't mind all my scars,

And you kept looking at me like I was a lovely piece of art,

While we were breathing in the cold air.

I still remember how you gave me your jacket,

Before putting your arm around my shoulders like it was some kind of magnet,

I just couldn't help but smile.

Sitting there on that summit,

Looking at the sky's fiery palette,

Leaning into each other all the while.

You said my eyes were lovely like fire,

And when I called you a liar,

You said they were pretty like a firefly.

And though our situation became dire,

My eyes are finally drier,

Each time I think about you and I.

You took away my happiness,

Made me feel like TV static,

So now I know,

I got to be on my own,

And trust my lonely.

I'll be fine by myself,

I've got plenty of things on my shelf,

That are worth more than you've made me feel.

I'm not your voodoo doll to control any longer,

On my own,

I've become stronger,

Yeah, on my own,

I found my balance on that tightrope.

I knew it was a mistake,

Trusting you,

So now I've learned to trust myself.

Yeah, I've learned to trust my lonely.

Feeling like an imposter,

Within my own skin.

My sleep has been so bad,

That midnights have become,

My afternoons.

I shouldn't be left alone,

Cause I'll end up incorrectly using my phone,

And looking like a congressman.

It seems I'm on the graveyard shift,

When it comes to mood shifts,

Cause it's only when the moon is smiling,

That I start to feel the effects,

Of my pierced heart.

If I look in the mirror,

I start to see the cracks,

In my problematic smile.

I know if you leave,

Life will lose all its meaning,

For the last time.

Cause I know it'll be me,

Because,

Hi,

I'm the problem,

It's me.

Sitting there,

Brushes in hand,

A painter,

Capturing the waves with paint.

So, I asked him,

If he painted more,

Then the ocean scene.

He said for twenty dollars,

He'd paint me anything.

So,

I asked,

If he could paint me a Birmingham,

Make it look,

Just as I had planned,

With a wrap-around porch,

And an outside swing.

And could you please,

Put them there in that swing?

And have it be,

The middle of spring?

And maybe,

Just maybe,

Could you paint me,

Into their arms again.