Fiona Apple Not About Love Lyrics

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
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 spitting your cud
And it doesn't make sense
I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown
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 stop falling out
This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I can 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 when he lost it
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 my shoulder
Turn on my heels
Step out of this sight
Try to live in a lovelier lie

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