Cherry Wine Jasmine Thompson

[Verse 1]
Her eyes and words are so icy
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

[Pre-Chorus]
It looks ugly, but it's clean
Oh momma, don't fuss over me

[Chorus]
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

[Verse 2]
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 arms of her brother

[Pre-Chorus 2]
But I want it, it's a crime
That she's not around most of the time