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

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

'Cause 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 sittin' up straight

Change the name

of the game 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 can't

stop falling... out...

This's not about love

I am not in love

In fact I can't

stop falling out...

I miss that stupid... ache