The story
His head won’t stay in the saddle.
He rides the day like a bucking horse, trying to hold on while his thoughts kick dust across every corner of the room. The clock keeps circling, the coffee goes cold, and every small sound turns into another lurch, another spin, another fall he can’t quite stop. By nightfall, the gate is still open and his mind is still running.
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Lyrics
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