Toothache - Chatroom
Dear computer boyI'd love to meet you
Why don't I come over?
What's your address?
Searched your face awhile ago
Couldn't figure out
Spent so much my time alone
I forgot to move my mouth
Thought I was a maniac
But I couldn't tell for sure
Called you on the telephone
But you didn't know what for
Taste
Computer boy
Computer girl
Computer boy
Computer girl
I like your front door, it's the perfect shade of red
I can see you through the window sleeping in your bed
I'm coming in, I hope I don't wake you too soon
Before I get to see your lips turn stone cold blue
Eyes wide open, put your arms around my waist
You're thinking bout my body, but I'm thinking bout your taste
Push it deeper like a needle through your skin
I wanna wear you down, become my deadly sin
Is there something I should say?
You know you're better off this way
I wanna take you home
Oh, I'm gonna eat you whole
As it was always meant to be
Oh, your new home inside of me
No no no no no no
Written by:
Brighton Bucher, Cheyenne Sullivan, Kiva Rasband
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