oh peach pit where'd the hours go 
when your orange skin began to glow 
from a hanging branch in gardens home 

not much is hidden underneath 
a rock heart for breaking teeth 
and apple cores cyanide seed 

it's been a long season through 
all this rotting fruit with you 
it's been a long season through 
this rotting fruit with you 

lift back and see the darkness hid 
swallowed up an angled in 
looking back at sweetness dim 

ripe june had leaf and shady friend 
the cool are is gone again

Peach Pit

Peach Pit