To Whom It May Concern:

"Love grows in me like a tumor
parasite bent on devouring its host
im developing my sense of humor
til i can laugh at my face beneath your feet
til i can laugh at my heart between your teeth.
Skillet on the stove, its such a temptation
maybe ill be the lucky one that doesnt get burned...
What the f*** was i thinking
what the f*** 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.
With a what did you do
and a what did you say
What did you do? And
What did you say?
Skillet on the stove its such a temptation
maybe ill be the special one that doesnt get burned...
What the f*** was i thinking?
What the f*** was i thinking.
Oh its so embarassing.
Im in this awkward and uncomfortable thing
and im running out of places to hide it.
Im running out of places to hide it.
You know that ive got what you want.
You know that ive got what you want."