Murder of Birds

(Sorry, revise)

I'm not a bird I'm a murder of birds Shifting my shape When your tongue finds the words

Like I hate you when I love you the most Love you the most Love you the most

This shape of snake In a defensive coil Same retracted lips Of the one foolish girl

Says she hates you when she loves you the most Loves you the most Loves you the most

And I've got demons when I need 'em Don't ask to see them they're not supposed to be used against you, Oh

Can we build a safe house Far from the bitter bride? And we'll make a home with a brown recluse And the cobra left outside

For the spider, we'll give a web To the cobra, a lullaby And keeping the demons happy You make free for me to fly

And the shape of home baked bread And the girl in a turned down bed And a wick of twisted thread From the loving words you said, birds

This shape of my breast And a shape of my kiss Demented coil With a slither and a hiss

I said, "I hate you and I Love you the most Love you the most Love you"

And I've got demons when I need 'em Don't ask to see them they're not supposed to be used against you, Oh

Can we build a safe house Far from the bitter bride? And we'll make a home with a brown recluse And the cobra left outside

For the spider, we'll give a web To the cobra, a lullaby And keeping the demons happy You make free for me to fly

And the shape of home baked bread And the girl in a turned down bed And a wick of twisted thread From the loving words you said

And the shape of home baked bread And the girl in a turned down bed And a wick of twisted thread From the loving words you said

'Cause I'm not a bird I'm a murder of birds