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'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      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 he said when I'm sittin' 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 this sight   Try to live in a lovelier life      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