Dismemberment Plan
“Crush”

I saw you blowing me a kiss.
It doesn’t take a scientist
To understand what’s going on, baby.
And if you see something in my eyes,
Oh, don’t overanalyze.
Don’t make too much of this baby.

God, you don’t really start to own those lyrics until you actually type them out on a piddly Tumblr post. Is it possible to own less than nothing?