Cyanide Tooth by Angelique Neumann

I want to be your dinner plate, and maybe the whole meal too
I want to sing you an old [?]
I want to see you typing and quickly exit the chat
I wanna sit with you in a clawfoot tub all week
When we emerge, I want a [?]
I want the antidote for love sickness
Stored in a back molar like a cyanide tooth
I want to ask you everything and then forget it all
I want to know how I'm going to get myself out of this one
But I don’t want to know when