Mahogany

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, torturous, 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, torturous, 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, torturous, bend to your death
 I give in easy, hold me now
 When I grow tall, bigger than them
 I'll be reckless, not yet