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
and 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 dialog as a diagram of a play for blood
took a vacation, my pallet got clean
now i can 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
well 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
and that’s what he said when i’m sitting up straight
change the name of the game ’cause he lost
and he knew he was wrong, but a little 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 you stole
put ’em in a sack sling em’ over my shoulder
take off my heels step into his socks
TRYING TO LIVE A LOVELY 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