Luyện nghe bài hát Aside

Measure me in metered lines in one decisive
The it takes to get from here to there
My that show through t-shirts and these shoes I got for free
I'm unconsoled, I'm lonely, I am so better than I used to be

Terrified of telephones and malls and knives
And drowning in the pools of other
Rely a bit too heavily on and irony
Get on by courtesy in love with love and lousy poetry

And I'm leaning on this fence
Between past and tense
And I'm all those stupid games
That I swore I'd never play but it almost feels

Circumnavigate this of wonder and uncertainty
with every precious failure and amateur cartography
I'm breathing deep
I spread maps out on my bedroom floor

And I'm leaning on this fence
past and present tense
And I'm losing all those games
That I swore I'd never play but it feels

And I'm leaving goodbye
And I'm but I'll try
With the last ways left to sing
My imperfect