Bad Blood

(album: The Family Tree: The Leaves - 2016)

The hole in the floor boards
The cot near the front door
The moon was gone from sight; the world was dark as nightmares
You took all my fears and,
You wrapped them in wonders
But there's no magic inside the moon
It's just a rock you can't reach

I was never the short knife
But I was never the dull mind
I was somewhere in between
A thorn an acquiescent
So you said it was for me
When you tried to break me
Well you can save your breath,
I know, I'm not the kind you pray for

Took a river of bad blood
But now I see where we came from
Can't grow a proper branch when half the trunk is rotten
And you swore that it hurt you
While pushing your knife through
Well you can save your breath,
I know, we're not the kind you'll pray for