XOXO

(What, you expected otherwise from me?!)

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

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 spit in 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...

Not About Love - Fiona Apple

(Click through to the video if you've never seen it. It's one of my favorites...)

Update: Hah, I saw this linked somewhere else, and it goes pretty well with the general air of the post, I think. But for the saps among you, here is one that is short and sweet.
P.S. Sounds like my kind of girl...