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