Текст песни Not About Love - Fiona Apple

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
For the gag and the bind
And the ammunition round

A 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
It doesn′t seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For the gag and the bind
And the ammunition round

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′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 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