Emotional Labour (I'll Never Be in Love)

I'm so glad I'll never be in love I'm so glad I'll never be in love I'm so glad I'll never be in love again There's something 'bout the pen, the pot, and the Frusciante After you tell me that you want me I don't feel a lot right now And that can be how I keep it Not for you to tell me how To want to be or to need it I'm so glad I'll never be in love I'm so glad I'll never be in love I'm so glad I'll never be in love again So I'll just let the smoke absorb my face Another repetition to consolidate I think I'll be a writer again someday If I re-delude myself That it matters anyway I only entertain the thought of you To torture myself to write When we were in my bed When you were kissing my head Pretending we were alright Well I'm so glad I'll never be in love I'm so glad I'll never be in love I'm so glad I'll never be in love, again The words come off the stage in my head So I can articulate in writing Maybe in another life Loving you will be more inviting More inviting, but I'm so glad I'll never be in love I'm so glad I'll never be in love I'm so glad I'll never be in love, again John says to live above hell! And I need to write more Before I get back down there anyway so might as well I'm so glad I'll never be in love again Ken's on the couch reading a Led Zeppelin book But he said we should speak as others as though they're present so For all these, uh... rock legends... of the time F*ck you for being rapists Have a good night