Fiona Apple

The early cars
Already are
Drawing deep breaths past my door
And last night's phrases
Sick with lack of basis
Are still writhing on my floor

And it doesn't seem fair
That your wicked words should work
In holding me down
And it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round

Conversation once colored by esteem
Became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood
Took a vacation, my palate got clean
Now I can taste your agenda
While you're spittting your cud

And it doesn't make sense
I should fall for the kingcraft
of a meritless crown
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round

This is not about love!
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out

This is not about love!
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache!

"What is this posture
I have to stare at?"
That's what he said when I was sittin' up straight!
Change the name of the game
'Cause he lost
He knew he was wrong but he knew it too late.
But I'm not being fair
'Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth
But I'd like to choose right,
Take all the things that I said that he stole,
Put 'em in a sack
Swing 'em over your shoulder
Turn on my heels
Step out of this sight
Try to live in a lovlier light

This is not about love!
'Cause I am not in love
In fact i cant stop falling out

This is not about love!
'Cause I am not in love
In fact i cant stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache...