Jenny Owen Youngs - f** was i - morgan page remix lyrics

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 Sk**et on the stove is such a temptation Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesnt get burned What the f*** 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? Sk**et on the stove is such a temptation Maybe I'll be the special one that doesnt get burned What the f*** 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