It all began with cherry blossoms,
cake, a swimming pool.
It began again by refrigerator light, as so much does.
From bed to kitchen - longest walk.
The men will say you gotta build
a bridge from battery to righteousness, but why?
We all held the knife. We were all grateful.
Woman after woman singing bruise after bruise,
parade of reasons she didn’t need.
Sometimes you gotta kill a mood.
In heaven, we won’t call her crazy to save her.
In heaven, she’ll sever again and again.