Listening to Fiona Apple's Dull Tool, I feel as if she were writing about me. And that's not a good thing. I'm afraid I've become a dull tool over time.
You, you don’t kiss when you kiss
You don’t f*ck when you f*ck
You don’t say what you mean
You don’t talk loud enough
No pulse in your impulse
Celebration’s impossible
You forgot the difference
Between equanimity and passivity
You forgot you have to try
You have to try, you have to try
You forgot that glorious feeling
That you get when you get the truth
So tell that girl you don’t love her
And if you do, tell her two times
Cause you’re more likely to get cut with a dull tool, than a sharp one
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