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.
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 werent 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 is such a temptation,
maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burned.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Oh it's so embarrasing
I'm this awkward and uncomprable thing,
and I'm running out of places to hide
(Jenny Owen Youngs)
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posted by Nuno Guronsan at 7:34 da tarde
2 Comments:
Noto uma tendência... vozes doces a proferirem palavras não tão doces.
A frase "what the fuck was I thinking" parece-me um excelente no seguimento da "go to hell fuck you" (sobretudo se a primeira vier como consequência da segunda)
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Não sei se não serão também palavras doces, aos meus ouvidos soam-me tão doces como apenas a voz de uma mulher traída e magoada pode soar...
Enfim, o verão nunca mais chega para ouvir umas coisas mais solarengas.
:))
Beijos.
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