My cherries and wine,
Rosemaries and thyme
And all of my peaches
To heal the wounds,
The wounds you burned onto me
Onto my skin
My cherries and wine,
Rosemaries and thyme
To heal the wounds,
The ones you laid onto me
Scars and scabs,
Painful drives in cars and cabs
Because you’re not here
You’re not here with me
But, to me, that’s no surprise
Because I’ve got the ultimate prize
My cherries and wine,
Rosemaries and thyme,
And all of my peaches
You’re ruined.
Harvest Collegiate High School, New York, New York
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