By Fiona Apple
I couldn't take the embrace of a real romance
It'd race right through me
I'm much better off the way things are
Much, much better off, better by far, by far
I wouldn't know what to say to a gentle voice
It'd roll right past me
And if you chalk it up you'll see I don't really have a choice
So don't even ask me
I'm much better off, the way things are...
Never is a Promise
