Blood Moon

I gave my lover fruit to eat But she left it at her feet She is always doing that, doing that She is always doing that "My God," I said, "I cannot share And you can't leave it lying there You are always doing that, doing that You are always doing that" And so I Wonder will those scattered pits Take root behind your cracking lips They are always doing that, doing that They are always doing that Will cocky runes cement and dwell To grow within our shackled selves They are always doing that, doing that I see flowers doing that And so I So, our rotting floor I am sure you craved me once before When I think of all the fruit I've found And how easily you left it on the ground The hunter's moon was bleeding red The night you left our thorny bed You were always, always You were always Last night I dreamt I kissed your feet And held you on our dusty sheets I am always doing that, doing that I am always doing that And so I And so I And so I And so I So, our rotting floor I am sure you craved me once before When I think of all the fruit I've picked And fed to you, just so you could spit it out I gave my lover fruit to eat But she left it at her feet She is always doing that, doing that She is always doing that