What the fuck was I thinking ?
Love grows in me like a tumor,
Parasites bent on devouring its host.
I'm developing my sense of humor,
Until I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,
Until I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.
Love 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.
What did you do? What did you say?
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
Love is so embarrasing
I'm this awkward and uncomfortable thing,
and I'm running out of places to hide
You know that I've got what you want
What the fuck was I thinking?
by J.Owens
Parasites bent on devouring its host.
I'm developing my sense of humor,
Until I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,
Until I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.
Love 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.
What did you do? What did you say?
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
Love is so embarrasing
I'm this awkward and uncomfortable thing,
and I'm running out of places to hide
You know that I've got what you want
What the fuck was I thinking?
by J.Owens
posted by Jean Nasr at 6:00 AM
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