Briggs - These Arms Are Snakes

In your room

There he sat

He hid there

This whole time

Watching you

And breathing you

While you slept

He came in

Through your dress

To where he’d rest

Wanting you

To be you

In vain

Ohhhh, 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

You’d go on

The way of the wind

And you go

The way of the night’s glow

And you go

Through static of soil

Through static of soil

And you go

The way of the wind

And you go

The way of the night’s glow

And you go