it was dark
he did not notice
that the sun went down
he was riding all alone

soon he pulled up to a crossroad
so he turned around riding
right back to his home

written firm on his hand
i thought i saw precisely what i’d been missing
but truth be told
i really don’t know
exactly what that could be

the whole world
is a bomb
is a tear
is a pickled peach
and brine brimming in my eye
salts the cuts that i left open for you
i never thought that would be something
i could do

safe and sound
tucked away
can’t make ‘em stay
one can only hope
and maybe pray

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