One Sunapple St.

One Sunapple St.

I asked you for an apple
You asked me for the sun

Knowing outside of metaphors
I couldn’t give you one

You asked me for a miracle
Right when I turned to run

And against all odds I
Turned around and somehow gave you one

I ate my tasty apple
You said I was the sun

You reached for it then blamed me
When the heat burned on your tongue

Sometimes we unravel
Our work becomes undone

And sometimes we are stunned to find
The work has just begun

Sometimes you’re my apple
Sometimes you’re my sun

Sometimes you’re the first to cry
Sometimes I’m the one

Sometimes these things chase us
These things we can’t outrun

But sometimes I’m the troubled mind
And you’re the loaded gun

Bang

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