Murder of Birds

I'm not a bird, I'm a murder of birds
Shifting my shape when your tongue forms the words
Like I hate you when I

Love you the most
Love you the most
Love you the most

This shape of a snake in a defensive coil
The same retracted lips of the one foolish girl
Says she hates you when she

Loves you the most
Loves you the most
Loves you

And I've got demons when I need 'ems
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 a cobra locked 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

And I think I'm alone in desire for grace
Fire only shimmered and I'm no longer safe
I say I hate you and I

Love you the most
Love you the most
Love you the most

This shape of my breast and a shape of my kiss
Demon to coil with a slither and hiss
I say I hate you and I

Love you the most
Love you the most
Love you

And I've got demons when I need 'ems
Don't ask to see them, they're not supposed to be used against
You, oh, oh, ooh, oh

Can we build a safe house
Far from the bitter bride?
And we'll make a home with a brown recluse and a cobra locked outside
To 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 a girl in a turned down bed
And a wick of twisted thread
From the loving words you said
The shape of home baked bread
And a 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