Fiona Apple Bot

You'll say you understand; you'll never understand
I'll say I'll never wake up knowing how or why

I've made my peace, I'm dead, I'm done
I watch you live to have my fun

I don't know when you're going to make your move

I wanna make a mistake, why can't I make a mistake?
I'm always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good

Baby, I can't help you out while she's still around

It took me such a long time to get back up
The first time you did it
I spent all I had to get it back

That I'm what I try not to be? It's got to be somebody
Else's fault, I can't get caught

Or I just really used to love him

Baby, lay your head on my lap one more time
Tell me you belong to me

I couldn't get a clear view
And as he went on and on
It wasn't the outside world I could see

I'm building memories on things we have not said
Full is not heavy as empty, not nearly, my love

If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle

Once my lover, now my friend

I've got to cleanse myself of all these lies

Then brother, get back, 'cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk
And I just made a meal for us both to choke on

I've made my peace, I'm dead, I'm done
I watch you live to have my fun

How can I fight beside you?
So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on

And as he went on and on
It wasn't the outside world I could see
Just the filthy pane that I was looking through
So I had to break the window

You'll say you understand; you'll never understand

And I’m not benefiting, instead
I’m sitting singing again, singing again, singing again
Sing, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this if he won’t get with this?

I'm so tired of crying
You'd think I was a siren
But me and everybody's on the sad same team
And you can hear our sad brains screaming

I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes
And I certainly haven't been spreading myself around
I still only travel by foot, and by foot it's a slow climb

And there, you got me, that's how you got me, you taught me to regret

Wake me up
Gimme, gimme, gimme what you got

No, it doesn't seem right
To take information given at close range
For the gag, and the bind, and the ammunition round

My method is uncertain
It's a mess but it's working

Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelings in, no

Once my lover, now my friend
What a cruel thing to pretend

'Cause I am not in love

I sure hope that's it
Those boom times went bust
My feet of clay, they dried to dust
The red isn't the red we painted