almost perfect, like you.
love really is embarrassing.
love grows in me like a tumor
parasite bent on devouring it's host
i'm developing my sense of humour
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
who 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 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 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?
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
its such a temptation
maybe i'll be the special one
who doesn't get
burned
what the fuck was i thinking?
love is so embarrassing,
i'm this awkward and uncomfortable thing
and i'm running out of places to hide it
i'm running out of places to hide
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)