Fuck, Was I - Jenny Owen Youngs

Love grows in me like a tumor

Parasite 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, it’s such a temptation

Maybe I’ll be the lucky one that doesn’t get burnt

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 the «what did you do?»

and the «what did you say?»

«What did you do?»

and the «what did you say?»

Skillet on the stove, it’s such a temptation

Maybe I’ll be the special one that doesn’t get burnt

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 then 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, it’s such a temptation

Maybe I’ll be the lucky one that doesn’t get burnt

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 is so embarrassing

I’m this awkward and uncomfortable thing

I’m running out of places to hide it

I’m running out of places to hide it

(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)

What the fuck was I thinking?

(You know that I’ve got what you want)