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 arriving 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 blood Took a vacation, my palate got clean Now I could taste your agenda While you 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

Worstest posture I have to stare at That's what he said when I was sittin' up straight Change the name of the game 'Cause you lost And he knew he was wrong but he knew it too late But I'm not being fair 'Cause I chose to live life with a filthy mouth But I'd like to choose right, Take all the things that I've said that you've stole Put 'em in a sack Swing 'em over your shoulder Change my ways Step out of this fight Try to live in the life that you like

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