Enemy

Beautiful, alone with my enemy And share a bitter cup of poisoning My countenance, to see his face in mine And follow every line back to my enemy You are my pennyroyal wine fly Like an innocent child That followed every line back to my enemy Beautiful, falling fast from a state of grace And trusting there's a light in darkest place My dirty knees hold the ground 'til it's done with me I've come to see that beauty is a thing that is without grace You are my pennyroyal wine fly Like an innocent child That followed every line back to my enemy Beautiful, at home with my history And run the scarlet ink with the tears of mercy My battle wounds, laid to rest in a treasure box And thinking of the scars as the jewels of my story You are my pennyroyal wine fly Like an innocent child That followed every line back to my enemy Enemy, enemy Enemy, enemy