Feed your curry to a grafted scion
She leaves me hungrier than a lion
My heart has blisters
I guess you miss her
By the glum moonlight
We eat food all night
Sing a sultry song to your green screen princess
Then use tissues to clean your beaten sadness

Eat work sleep
Eat work sleep
Denying your loneliness
Missing your coziness
Comfort yourself with food
Benefitting your mood
Come with me and break free
Raise your mirror to a high accuracy set of double kitchen scales