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 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 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 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
['brooklyn indie']