Luyện nghe bài hát Bed Bugs

Let's stop and on a slow street
guy is cross-eyed and muttering
Looks at me "now who the fuck is he?"
And I tell you man I wish I knew

Trash scavenged and a stuffed bear
Bed Bugs crawl through your lovers
You got that yard stare
I get just from talking to you

Drained hopes sinking the Argos son
Floating out on the year beer run
It's so hard to fun
but there used to be a way to get

All your amazed days
But all of the damn dogs, they think that got it made
And no what you say,
You know that you are going to do it anyway, do it anyway, do it

Knuckle tattoo "I hate to live
On another dickhead who assures me that I'm too sensitive"
You can't tell everybody to fuck off
Then be mortified when finally do

You had a textbook breakthrough on a shaky
Seated to kid hyperventilating
She's so embarrassed by her dad's use of
And nobody gets to feel cool

And these days I'm only something if I'm swaying
That's the only time it doesn't feel like I'm
So if you see me and I to entertaining
I'm not singing I'm just to you

But you don't want a funeral unless everybody
And you don't want a unless you're adequately numb
And you want to speak not even to say goodbye
And you want to share how you're in shadows all the time
And you want to think about the people that you knew
They're a tug on your sleeve, an embarrassment to you
Just some in the sun, just a decomposing rind
Just a sitcom that aired before you even were
Your friends are full-length mirrors that you pull out of the
Or orange juice soaked cotton to convince you, you aren't starving
You need somebody to fuck, someone to call you get down
And some people to make wonder why they stick around
And now you don't to drink, you say it feels the same as water
And you don't actually even like me, I just subconsciously remind you of father
And his flannel shirts smelled liked cigarettes and rain
And a of things you wished never had to change
But it's never been quite it was when you were a kid
Puffy eyes, fight, bug bites, jiff peanut butter, cinnamon toast crunch
Strawberry allergy, bee

All of the people are
But the punks and the cops will both have to eat
And whatever people say
You that you have got to do it anyway, do it anyway, do it anyway