Half-Eaten Noon

At noon the park is holding all its breath

One empty bench like it′s waiting on a threat

Half an apple left, brown at the bite

Sun on the pavement cutting hard and bright

I sit with the silence, let it talk back slow

Watching time move like it don't wanna go

Every leap looks tired, every shadow leans

Even the breeze feels caught between the seams

I came here to think but the

Thoughts come rough in a world so loud, this quiet's enough

Empty bench, warm sun, and a half-eaten apple

Life found the cracks where the small things travel

No crowd, no rush, just a faded scene

Instead, I hear my heart in the impetuous

Empty bench, warm sun and a half-eaten apple,

Proof that a little can still unravel, yeah

A kid passed by with a kite in hand

Then vanished down the road like a wave in sand

I traced those scars where the wood chips fall

Tried to stand tall but I felt so small

The juice on my fingers tasted sweet and strange

Like the day itself was learned and changed

Every leaf looks tired, every shadow leans

Even my grief feels caught between the seams

I came here to think, but the thoughts come loose

In a world so loud, there's quiet to none

Empty bench, warm sun, and a half-eaten apple

Parks where the small things travel

No ground, no rough, just a faded scene

Still hear my heart in the in-between

Empty bench, warm sun, and a half-eaten apple

Proof that a little can still unravel, yeah

Maybe calm ain't clean, maybe peace got stains

Maybe every good thing carries little pains

If the day falls apart, I'll let it fall

From a broken little corner, I can still stand tall

Empty bench, warm sun and a half-eaten apple

Life in the cracks where the small things travel

No crowd, no rust, just a faded scene

Still in my heart and the in-between

Empty bench, warm sun and half-eaten apple

Proof that a liver can still unravel, yeah

I leave the bench behind

Still carrying the hush that I found in my mind

One bite left and a day made new

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, happy Thanksgiving Sunday

Happy Thanksgiving Sunday

Happy Thanksgiving Sunday

Hey, hey, hey, hey

At noon I leave the bench behind

Still carrying the life that I found in my mind

One bite left and a day made new