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
