Cinnamon Toast

I've got a particular imagination
Colourful machinations
And a river snaking
Overtaking my feet

No one's swallowing me whole
But I've been told I overthink
There's no one to hear your bedroom sounds
Or your spit in the sink

Oh you were reckless with me
You beautiful thief

Told me roll up in the rug
If you're not warm enough but
Don't let me go

I get these little heart fevers
So I pretend I didn't see you either
Did you really run by,
Or will you turn around and bite?

I'm not saying it's all on you
We both know I'm a little soft
The gas has dissipated now
But I still have this nagging cough

We were reckless me
And my beautiful thief

Told me roll up in the rug
If you're not warm enough but
Don't let me go

Sucker for cinnamon toast
And slow ghosts

I'm a sucker
For cinnamon toast
And slow ghosts

Oh I'm a sucker
For cinnamon toast
And slow ghosts

I'm a sucker
For cinnamon toast
And slow ghosts