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