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 blood
Took a vacation, my palate got clean
Now I could taste your agenda
While you spit in 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 they said when I was sitting 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 his sight
try to live in a lovelier life
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