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 momma, don't fuss over me

The way she tells me l'm hers and she is mine

Open hand or close fist would be fine

The blood is red and sweet as cherry wine

Calls of guilty thrown at 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

The blood is red and sweet as cherry wine

Her fight and fury is fiery

Oh but she loves like sleep to 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

And I 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 red and sweet as cherry wine