Not About Love - 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

No, 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 pun (blood?)

Took a vacation, my palate got clean

Now I could taste your agenda

While you’re spitting 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’m sittin' up straight

Change the name of the game 'cause he lost

And 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’ve said that he stole

Put 'em in a sack

Swing 'em over my shoulder

Turn on my heels

Step out of this sight

Try to live in a lovelier life

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