Black and Cherry Reds

Here we go again

Rising up like a flower

Facing brutal wind

Standing high at golden hour

Moving on

Is harder than you thought

When the truth is not

All the lies that you want

Yet they pull you in

Feeding fire like a coward

Black and cherry reds

Coat your tongue until they’re sour

Chasing tails in the front yard

‘Til the tail was never caught

Maybe someday the visions will stop

When you’re so old that you’ve forgot