The girl next door... Her love is brighter than the sun and as ephemeral as the nights of June. Her anger is as untethered as the winds of Wyoming. She's approachable, in the way she rests her head less than a hundred yards away, and betrays her daddy just like me. Yet, she's mystical and unknowable as her eyes tell stories her lips will never convey. She's too aware of her power to date any boys and too close to her daddy for any men to call. So she drives around lonely in his vintage car with nowhere to go at all.
