[C/G] [Em] [G] [C/G] [Em] [G] [C/G] [Gsus2] [G]
Her [G]eyes and words are [G]so icy
Oh but she [Em]burns
Like [C/G]rum on the [G]fire
[G]Hot and fast and [G]angry
As she [G]can be
[Em]I walk [C/G]my days on a [G]wire.
[C/G]It looks [Em]ugly, [C/G]but it's [Em]clean,
[C/G]Oh [Em]momma, don't [Gsus2]fuss over [G]me.
The way she [C/G]tells me I'm [Em]hers and she is [G]mine
Open [C/G]hand or closed [Em]fist would be [G]fine
The [C/G]blood is rare and [Gsus2]sweet as cherry [G]wine.
[G]Calls of guilty [G]fall on me
[G]All while she [Em]stains
The [C/G]sheets of some [G]other
[G]Thrown at me so [G]powerfully
[G]Just like she [Em]throws with the [C/G]arm of her [G]brother.
[C/G]But I [Em]want it, [C/G]it's a [Em]crime
[C/G]That she's [Em]not around [Gsus2]most of the [G]time.
The way she [C/G]shows me I'm [Em]hers and she is [G]mine
Open [C/G]hand or closed [Em]fist would be [G]fine
[C/G]Blood is rare and [Gsus2]sweet as cherry [G]wine.
Her [G]fight and fury [G]is fiery
[G]Oh but she [Em]loves
Like [C/G]sleep to the [G]freezing
[G]Sweet and right and [G]merciful
[G]I'm all but [Em]washed
In the [C/G]tide of her [G]breathing.
[C/G]And it's [Em]worth it, [C/G]it's [Em]divine
[C/G]And [Em]I have this [Gsus2]some of the [G]time.
The way she [C/G]shows me I'm [Em]hers and she is [G]mine
Open [C/G]hand or closed [Em]fist would be [G]fine
[C/G]Blood is rare and [Gsus2]sweet as cherry [G]wine.