Emotional Labour (I'll Never Be in Love) Video (MV)

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