"Darling ain't it just a little cold outside for ripped up jeans? I know you're conscious of your style but its just a little reckless on your knees."
She tells me that "There's something you just don't know about life or how to live it. It don't matter who I've been with, cuz I'm older and what I've witnessed lies beyond your comprehension. If the stars were sonnets I would make them sing."
But what in the world does that even mean? You are what my momma said you'd bring: just changes that I can't see. Oh mary, looking back all those changes I made for me.
So looking at it closer from a steeple bench, that castle never looked so hollow. Since I know her majesty, maybe I'll be king tomorrow...
She says "I see the world through a different lens; not broke, but far from mended, so the tattoos on my shoulder don't appropriate no culture. I'm descended from the heavens. You've been graced to have my presence. If the stars were diamonds I would make a ring."
But what in the world does that even mean? You are what my momma said you'd bring: just changes that I wont know. Oh mary, what will you do with your torn up jeans when it finally snows?
shot by Leah Tashman