Jenny Owen - Fuck I was

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?
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?
What the fuck was I thinking?
What the fuck was I thinking?
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.

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?
What the fuck was I thinking?
What the fuck was I thinking?
(What the fuck was I thinking?)

Oh it's so embarrassing
(What the fuck was I thinking?)
I'm this awkward and uncomfortable thing,
(What the fuck was I thinking?)
and I'm running out of places to hide at.
(What the fuck was I thinking?)
Oh I'm running out of places to hide at.
What the fuck was I thinking?
(You know that I've got what you want)
What the fuck was I thinking?
(You know that I've got what you want)
What the fuck was I thinking?
(You know that I've got what you want)
What the fuck was I thinking?
(You know that I've got what you want)