Odes to Joy

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.
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