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 arriving 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 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
...
Worstest posture
I have to stare at
That's what he said when I was sittin' up straight
Change the name of the game
'Cause you lost
And he knew he was wrong but he knew it too late
But I'm not being fair
'Cause I chose to live life with a filthy mouth
But I'd like to choose right,
Take all the things that I've said that you've stole
Put 'em in a sack
Swing 'em over your shoulder
Change my ways
Step out of this fight
Try to live in the life that you like