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
No, 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 duologue as a diagram of a play for blood
Took a vacation, my palate got clean
Now I could taste your agenda
While you're spitting 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
This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache
What is this posture
I have to stare at
That's what he said when I'm sittin' up straight
Change the name of the game 'cause he lost
And he knew he was wrong but he knew it too late
But I'm not being fair
'Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth
But I'd like to choose right
Take all the things that I've said that he stole
Put 'em in a sack
Swing 'em over my shoulder
Turn on my heels
Step out of this sight
Try to live in a lovelier light
This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I cant stop falling out
This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact i cant stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache
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L refused to acknowledge the warm feeling he got whenever he happened to glance out of the corner of his wide eyes, and trace the edge of the boy's jaw with his normally probing gaze. He would lick his suddenly sticky lips, a newly picked up sign of nervousness that only Watari would notice.
Raito leaned over him to reach for something across the table, causing L to tense his boney shoulders, and almost drop the sugary candy that he held in his fingers. The detective's proverbial hackles rose as Raito took his sweet time in flipping through the stack of papers. The boy made a small noise to himself that no one was supposed to hear, but his being L's personal bubble caused a small tremor to run up and down the poor detective's spine.
"Oh, sorry Ryuuzaki." Was all Raito said, and he sat down, seemingly ignoring L's tense state.
If only L knew.
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Huh? I love this song, it's by Fiona Apple, and it's very good. It reminded me of Light and L when I listened to it again. :D
