Behind my house to the left 

The small rotting house up in the tree

With its faded blue paint 

Reminisce of our childhood 

Was ours 

With its boards that would squeak 

With every pace we took

The paint that constantly cracked 

Like lightin on a stormy night 

It was our safe spot 

The only place we could truly be ourselves 

Likes to wood

Paint to walls

We were a pair

It was were we had our first kiss 

Even if we were just two kids I knew 

I knew you will be the only boy I love 

Crazy curly hair like your favorite fries and all

You were mine 

And always will be 

Like our hideout