More Fiona Apple lyrics for you b/c she's so awesome...

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 door

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 dialogue
as a diagram of a play for blood
Took a vacation; my palate got clean
Now i can taste your agenda
while you're spitting your cut

And it doesn't seem fair
i should 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
because i am not in love
in fact i can't stop falling out
This is not about love
because 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 was sitting up straight
Changed the name of the game
when he lost it
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 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 light

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