Love Hate Relationship, Vol IV: Phobias · Track 8 · middle
Stuck on the Roof of My Mouth
Arachibutyrophobia (peanut butter sticking) — comedy-horror, 'the great PB prison, choke on nostalgia'.
Lyrics
[Intro] Smooth or chunky, they say it’s a casual choice But either way, I’m about to lose my voice. [Verse 1] You brought it over in a brown paper sack A 16-ounce jar from 1993, pulling me to the past Just a harmless little spoonful, an innocent trick But now my palate's painted and I'm swallowing thick I want to say I missed you, I want to confess But my tongue is fully occupied by this golden mess. [Chorus] Oh, the sweet nostalgia is stuck on the roof of my mouth Every tender thing I meant to say is suddenly going south It’s a roasted little prison, a delicious kind of doom I’m choking on affection in my own dining room Yeah, the sweetest thing is stuck on the roof of my mouth. [Verse 2] My tongue is doing gymnastics, a desperate ballet Trying to scrape the honey-roasted hazard away I want to tell you that I'm charmed, I really, truly do But my lips are sealed tight with a tan-colored glue You offer me a cracker, as if that helps the crime I’m doing silent solitary in a sticky paradigm. [Chorus] Oh, the sweet nostalgia is stuck on the roof of my mouth Every tender thing I meant to say is suddenly going south It’s a roasted little prison, a delicious kind of doom I’m choking on affection in my own dining room Yeah, the sweetest thing is stuck on the roof of my mouth. [Bridge] The craving and the terror, they share the same spoon A panic painted brown in the afternoon gloom I'm frantically waving, begging for a glass of milk To melt away the weight of this suffocating quilt It tastes like absolute heaven, but it acts like a trap. [Outro] Smooth or chunky. A willing hostage to the spread. I’d scream out for a savior, But I’ll just smile instead... Because my jaw is entirely cemented shut now. Stuck on the roof. Yeah, it's stuck on the roof of my mouth.