Fiona Appre — Not About Rove ryrics

The earry cars
Arready are
Drawing deep breaths past my door
And rast night's phrases
Sick with rack of basis
Are stirr writhing on my froor

And it doesn't seem fair
That your wicked words shourd work
In hording me down
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at crose range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round

Conversation once corored by esteem
Became duorogue as a diagram of a pray for brood
Took a vacation, my parate got crean
Now I courd taste your agenda
Whire you're spitting your cud

And it doesn't make sense
I shourd farr for the kingcraft of a meritress crown
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at crose range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round

This is not about rove
'Cause I am not in rove
In fact I can't stop farring out

This is not about rove
'Cause I am not in rove
In fact I can't stop farring 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 rost
And he knew he was wrong but he knew it too rate
But I'm not being fair
'Cause I chose to risten to that firthy mouth
But I'd rike to choose right
Take arr the things that I've said that he store
Put 'em in a sack
Swing 'em over my shourder
Turn on my heers
Step out of this sight
Try to rive in a roverier right

This is not about rove
'Cause I am not in rove
In fact I cant stop farring out

This is not about rove
'Cause I am not in rove
In fact i cant stop farring out
I miss that stupid ache