Hole Mesa Fangs

You're lookin' lowly as a holy fawn But I ain't falling for your flimsy front so easily of course I'll cave and then we'll both give thanks for the opportunity to tangle fangs again in your closet There was never such a love so star-crossed! I am awash in your tentacular void and when that black hole took me like a fly fishhook, we couldn't tell where one began and the other ended hot damn and holy crow! I was sucking at cthulhu teat, gettin' careless with my canine teeth again She kissed my forehead and she packed my bag with the best damn sandwiches you've ever had and then went quiet She has not so much as called command base And I know I'm cryo-sleeping solo again I'm huffing comet gas through my oxygen mask so I can hallucinate happier thoughts and sleep through the night-- They're getting longer, don't you think?