Lyrical Psychoanalysis

Just when my mind has become so warped and obsessive about particular relationships that I question my own sanity, I’m pleased to report that my neuroses are shared with at least one other. This song makes me happy in that distorted, socio-path kinda way… but I’m ok with that. *smile* I couldn’t have put it any better myself. *wink* Please check out the video here.

Jenny Owen Youngs Fuck was I : 

Love grows in me like a tumor,
parasites 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.

chorus

Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
maybe I’ll be the lucky one that doesnt 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?

Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
maybe I’ll 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 I’m having some trouble just breathing.
If we werent such good friends I think that I’d hate you.
If we weren’t such good friends I’d wish you were dead

Oh it’s so embarrasing
I’m this awkward and uncomprable thing,
and I’m running out of places to hide