She had a deadhead sticker on her Silverado
Moved here from Colorado
Bought her old guitar and broken wings
Showed me more than those three coats
That night on the bedroom floor
Even though it wasn’t meant to be
She was summer rain falling from a blue sky
Picture perfect outside the lines
She was was for
She was from the door
She was first Fortana Pepperside
Sitting cul-de-sac
Putting hearts and handprints on the glass
if she thinks me
Like think her
we through love way too fast
She was summer rain falling from a blue sky
Picture perfect outside the lines
She was was for
She was from the door
the door
If there’s a wildflower a of roses
I’ll the wildflower every time
She was summer rain falling from a blue sky
Picture perfect outside the lines
She was was for
She was down
One from the door
the door
