Mahogany

mahogany eyes, you saddle me with doubt

behind the stadium, when you were coming down

the lighter leaves are lost in the freckles on your skin

the bitter taste of blood when the rooftop’s caving in

rotting good, would you, would you

cut the grain, would you, would you

string his neck, would you, would you

steer this wreck, would you, would you

tease me, torturess, bend to your death

i give in easy, hold me now