Текст песни I Hate Sex Worry

I’ll wait till you get home to pull my head from the oven,
Most days we wear such heavy boots, we melt straight from the ceiling
But every day you scoop me up and mold me into something new

Please Don’t Go, Please Don’t Go, I’ll Eat You Up, I Love You So

You sprout from my throat, past my lips. I miss you whenever you’re not between my fingertips.

Please Don’t Go, I’ll Eat you up, I Love You So.