There’s a snake in my heart
and I have a friend with a bluebird in his
and my friend says his bluebird wants to come out
but I won’t let it come out he tells me
and he says to his bluebird
get back in there
I don’t want people to see you man
and I'm not sure if it crawls or it slides
but I have a snake in my heart
and I hide it sometimes
it doesn’t like sunlight and it doesn’t like strangers
and I’m not really sure that it likes me much either
I’m not even sure it’s really a snake
but it isn’t a bluebird whatever it is
and people are always surprised when they touch it
how cool and dry
how still it is
and my friend tells his bluebird to go back inside
I don’t want people to see you man
and that’s the way shame always sounds when it talks
but I have a snake in my heart
and people are always surprised it's alive
it doesn’t like questions and it doesn’t give answers
and I keep it close like a good poker hand.