Jenny Owen Youngs Fuck Was I

Love grows in me like a tumor,
parasite bent on devouring its host.
I'm developing my sense of humor,
till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,
till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.

Skillet on the stove; it's such a temptation.
Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burned.
What the fuck was I thinking?

Love plows through me like a dozer.
I've got more give than a bale of hay,
and there's always a big mess left over.
What a did you do?
And what did you say?
What did you do? And what did you say?

Skillet on the stove; it's such a temptation.
Maybe I'll be the special one that doesn't get burned.
What the fuck was I thinking?

Love tears me up like a demon
Opens the wounds and then fills them with lead.
And I'm having some trouble just breathing.
If we weren't such good friends, I think that I'd hate you.
If we weren't such good friends, I'd wish you were dead

Skillet on the stove; it's such a temptation
Maybe I'll be the special one that doesn't get burned.
What the fuck was I thinking?
What the fuck was I thinking?
What the fuck was I thinking?

But it's so embarrassing
I'm in this awkward and uncomfortable thing,
and I'm running out of places to hide in
I'm running out of places to hide in