Worry I hate sex

I’ll wait 'til 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, I'll eat you up
I love you so, please don't go

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

Please don't go, I'll eat you up
I love you so