11-17 Lyrics & Chords By Kevin Devine

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