Mahogany
Allie Jeffords
Mahogany eyes, you saddle me with doubt
Behind the stadium, when you were coming down
The lighter leaves are lost int the freckles on your skin
The bitter taste of blood when the rooftop's caving on
Rotting good, would you, would you
Cut the graim, would you, would you
String his neck, would you, would you
Steer this wreck, would you, would you
Tease me, tortureless, bend to your death
I give in easy, hold me now
When i grow tall, bigger than them
I'll be reckless, not yet
Mahogany eyes, are you more true than me?
The woodcutter's brothers are lining up to see
You beauty is unparalleled and i cannot compete
The fray, the fretful harmonies, it twists the good in me