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
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 And so I
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 And so I
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 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