11.17.10 歌词

I thought I was in love It felt like it from close up But some place to spill my blood Was all it ever was I felt I was in debt Each night spent in your bed A dream I let drop dead And never had again You were the moon held high You broke black with your clean light You're words I can't say right Any time I try You said, "Sing from your joy! You sound bored, you sound annoyed You can't keep what you did not have Can't even give it back So go, write from your spine Tell the truth and you'll be fine So what if your truth's just another lie? No one seems to mind" These sour grapes when the joke goes bad This same smirk, same bullshit laugh The egg on my face when I can't go back I didn't plan for that