hay kafama sokayim tadinda bir jenny owen youngs parcasi. ya da ben o tadda dinledim. neyse, sozlerini de verelim;
love grows in me like a tumor,
parasites bent on devouring its host.
im 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 ill be the lucky one that doesnt get burned.
what the fuck was i thinking?
love plows through me like a dozer,
ive got more give than a bale of hay,
and theres always a big mess left over.
what did you do?
what did you say?
skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
maybe ill be the special one that doesnt get burned.
what the fuck was i thinking?
love tears me up like a demon.
opens the wounds and fills them with lead,
and im having some trouble just breathing.
if we werent such good friends i think that id hate you.
if we werent such good friends id wish you were dead
oh its so embarrasing
im this awkward and uncomprable thing,
and im running out of places to hide
what the fuck was i thinking
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