歌詞

You keep your hand out

Like I owe you air

Drag me through the hours

Act like I won't care

Take a little more

Till my eyes go flat

But I see the shape of it

And I won't do that

I felt the drain

I know the game

You call it need

I call it taking

Not your machine

Not your machine

I don't run on empty

For your clean routine

Not your machine

Not your machine

You can press, you can pull

But you won't get me

I gave you good work

I gave you my time

You fed me your shortages

Then called it mine

Now every small favor

Has a hook in it

I learned how to live

With a wound that fits

I felt the drain

I know the game

You call it need

I call it taking

Not your machine

Not your machine

I don't run on empty

For your clean routine

Not your machine

Not your machine

You can press, you can pull

But you won't get me

Keep your bright little promise

Keep your practiced face

I'm not built for the break

You keep trying to place

I won't give you my fuel

I won't fold that way

I can stand in the dark

And still walk away

Not your machine

Not your machine

I don't run on empty

For your clean routine

Not your machine

Not your machine

You can press, you can pull

But you won't get me