last night at 2am at the gas station i was a country girl-the real girl inside of me. Flowey skirt, bare feet, with a face of pure innocence. I really didnt mean to get that bruise on my neck. but small town girls-we love HARD. we roll in the grass....maybe in the shadows; maybe not. I couldnt tell ya. cause we roll hard too. We run, but in freedom to feel the wind at our back. And we live a life of simplicity-nothing is everything. and everything ill give with just my heart beat and my hand to hold. please hold my hand. take my tiffany bracelet and my purple purfume and just keep on holdin me till our arms hurt, and possibly just fall off. thats a long time....thats the point.