Her ey es and words are so icy oh but she bu rns
Like ru m on a fire
Ho t and fast and angry as she can be
I walk my da ys on a wi re
It looks ugly but it's clean
Oh mamma don't fu ss over m e
The way she tells me I'm h ers and she is mine
Open hand or closed f ist would be fi ne
But blo od is ra re and sw eet as che rry wine
Cal ls of guilty thrown at me all while she sta ins
The she ets of some ot her
Thr own at me so powerfully just like she thr ows
With the ar m of her b rother
But I want it it's a crime
That she's not around mo st of the ti me
The way she tells me I'm h ers and she is mine
Open hand or closed f ist would be fi ne
But blo od is ra re and sw eet as che rry wine
(Instrumental)
Her fi ght and fury's fiery oh but she lov es
Like sle ep to the fr eezing
Sw eet and right and merciful I'm all but wa shed
In the ti de of her br eathing
And it's worth it it's divine
I have this so me of the time
The way she tells me I'm h ers and she is mine
Open hand or closed f ist would be fi ne
But blo od is ra re and sw eet as che rry wine