Her eyes and words are so icy, oh but she burns
Like rum on the fire
Hot and fast and angry as she can be
I walk my days on a wire
It looks ugly, but it's clean
Oh mama, don't fuss over me
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Calls of guilty fall on me all while she stains
The sheets of some other
Thrown at me so powerfully, just like she throws
With the arm of her brother
But I want it, it's a crime
That she's not around most of the time
The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Her fight and fury is fiery, oh but she loves
Like sleep the the freezing
Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed
In the tide of her breathing
And it's worth it, it's divine
I can have this some of the time
The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
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