LIKE AN ADULT WITH HIGHSCHOOL GIRL ISSUES.

September 4, 2008 at 7:35 am · Filed under breaking up the girl

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.

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?

Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
maybe I’ll be the special one that doesn’t 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 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

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

Now excuse me while I disappear and search for the meaning of life, love, and the best natural skin care products…or until the next PayU2Blog deadline.