Extraordinary Machine (Bootleg Version) - 01 - Not About Love

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 can 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 ape 

"What is this posture I have to stare at" 
That's what he said when I was sittin' up straight 
Change 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 this sight 
Try to live in a lovelier light 

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 ape