Mahogany - aeseaes

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

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

Your beauty is unparalleled and I cannot compete

The fray, the fretful harmonies, it twists the good in me

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

When I grow tall, bigger than them

I’ll be reckless, not yet

Tease me, torturess, bend to your death

I give in easy, hold me now

When I grow tall, bigger than them

I’ll be reckless, not yet