These Arms Are Snakes Briggs
In your room, there he sat
He hid there this whole time
Watching you, breathing you while you slept
He came in through your dress
To where he'd rest
Wanting you to be you in vain
Ohhh, blue bird
Sing that song for me
Don't weigh those eyes
I have your writings
Your sessions told
You told him everything
I want to be you
Come walk with me
And you go the way of the wind
And you go the way of the night's glow
And you go through static of soil
I lurch in the bedroom
I crept in the mirrors
From the toes of your bare feet
I caressed your body
And you go on the way of the wind
And you go on the way of the night's glow
And you go on through the static of soil
