Love grows in me like a tumor,
Parasites bent on devouring it's 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 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?
Parasites bent on devouring it's 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 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?
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