was watching season 2 of weeds and this song was played. Just 3 lines of it - but enough to hook me and make me look it up. When a song is right, it's so fucking right. Jenny Owen Young, you are a master of verse.
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
& 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 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
& 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 burned
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 & uncomfortable thing
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)
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
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