Warm

Warm-under a blanket next to you
With no moonshine showing through those purple curtains that you made
Summer is here-those witless plants are needing shade
But up the trellises they're climbing-we'll eat the fruit that they made

And I want you to know
That I-I'm climbing up next to you



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Mcgee Winters
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