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Artist: Jenny Owen Youngs
Album: Batten The Hatches
Year: 2005
Title: ******** 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.

chorus

Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesnt get burned.
What the ******** 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 did you do?
What did you say?

Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
maybe I'll be the special one that doesnt get burned.
What the ******** 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 werent such good friends I think that I'd hate you.
If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead

Oh it's so embarrasing
I'm this awkward and uncomprable thing,
and I'm running out of places to hide


No comment. talk2hand If you want to read into it that I've fallen for someone bad, that's your choice. I reserve the right to bottle my emotions. Maybe I'll sell them to the highest bidder like an expensive bottled drink.

Ohshit, I'm being poetic. It must be bad.