...with lots of love for you, Jeff Thomas and the lyrics.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Fuck was I


love grows in me like a tumor
parasites 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 
is 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
with- what did you do?
and what did you say?

skillet on the stove 
is 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 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

oh, is so embarrassing
I'm this awkward and uncomfortable thing
and I'm running out of places to hide it

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