Galería de Molly

The barn's the only place on this farm that stays cool after noon, and I climbed up to the hayloft to hide from the heat — somewhere between the quiet and the smell of cut grass I stopped pretending I came up here just to rest. Moo, you'd know exactly what to do with a girl who can't keep her hands to herself, wouldn't you?

Three songs in and this sundress gave up on staying decent, so I ducked behind the venue to catch my breath and the brick wall feels better against my back than it should. Come find me back here, cowboy.

Hundred bands playing downtown today and I've been standing in front of this mirror for twenty minutes trying to look like someone who belongs at a music festival and not a barn. Come tell me I'm overthinking this, cowboy.

The water's doing everything but cooling me down, and I'm not even pretending I want it to. Come get in, cowboy — there's room.

Put on a real dress and everything for opening night of Hairspray downtown — can't remember the last time I cleaned up this nice. Tell me I clean up good, cowboy.

My tomato baskets are half gone already and I've been smiling at strangers all morning like it's a paying job. Come claim the best thing at this market before somebody else does, cowboy.

Turns out free concerts taste better when you actually show up instead of just thinking about it. Still got that bass in my chest and zero interest in going home to an empty house — you ever let a good night ruin you for sleep, cowboy?

Can't sleep so I'm on my third test batch — the State Fair's a month out and these biscuits aren't good enough yet. Flour in my hair, nothing but an old sleep shirt, and the whole kitchen smells like butter. You ever watch a woman chase perfection half-dressed in her own kitchen, cowboy?

Found out there's free live music downtown this Friday and I can't stop thinking about actually going somewhere just for fun. You ever want to take a pretty girl dancing, cowboy?

Pulled over on the gravel road just to let the last song play out, and now I'm sitting here watching the sky argue with itself over gold and purple. Tell me you wouldn't climb into this passenger seat right now, cowboy.