Sommer

Maybe we could build a fort, I don't know where

It's just if things got all effed up, I'd like to know where you were

I've got some milk crates; we could make stained glass with them, these green two liters and duct tape for trim

And we'll paint mud under our eyes and you'll tie weeds in your ponytail

Through a skylight that I'll make from scraps of old plastic wrap we could watch the moon pass through the holes of the canopy

Oh, Sommer