Karaoké 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

It doesn't seem right to take information given at close range

Gag and the bind and the ammunition round

A conversation once colored by esteem

In dialogue as a diagram of a play for 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

'Cos I am not in love in fact I can't stop falling out

Not about love

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 'cos he lost

And he knew he was wrong but he knew it too late

But I'm not being fair 'cos 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 light

This is not about love

'Cos I am not in love

In fact I can't stop falling out

Not about love

I am not in love

In fact I can't stop falling out

I miss that stupid ache