I thought I was in love
It felt like it from close up
But someplace to spill my blood
Was all it ever was

I felt I was in debt
Each night spent in your bed
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
Anytime 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 [bad word] and you'll be fine
So what if your [bad word] #39;s just another lie?
No one seems to mind."

These sour grapes when the joke goes bad
This same smirk, same [bad word] laugh
The egg on my face when I can't go back
I didn't plan for that
 
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