Not About Love
The early carsAlready areDrawing deep breaths past my doorAnd last night's phrasesSick with lack of basisAre still writhing on my floor
And it doesn't seem fairThat your wicked words should workIn holding me downNo, it doesn't seem rightTo take informationGiven at close rangeFor the gagAnd the bindAnd the ammunition round
Conversation once colored by esteemBecame duologue as a diagram of a play for bloodTook a vacation, my palate got cleanNow I could taste your agendaWhile you're spitting your cud
And it doesn't make senseI should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crownNo, it doesn't seem rightTo take informationGiven at close rangeFor the gagAnd the bindAnd the ammunition round
This is not about love'Cause I am not in loveIn fact I can't stop falling out
This is not about love'Cause I am not in loveIn fact I can't stop falling outI miss that stupid ache
What is this postureI have to stare atThat's what he said when I'm sittin' up straightChange the name of the game 'cause he lostAnd he knew he was wrong but he knew it too lateBut I'm not being fair'Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouthBut I'd like to choose rightTake all the things that I've said that he stolePut 'em in a sackSwing 'em over my shoulderTurn on my heelsStep out of this sightTry to live in a lovelier light
This is not about love'Cause I am not in loveIn fact I cant stop falling out
This is not about love'Cause I am not in loveIn fact i cant stop falling outI miss that stupid ache