Luyện nghe bài hát Bed Bugs

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

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

Drained sinking with 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 days fade
But all of the damn dogs, think that they've got it made
And no matter you say,
You know that you are to do it anyway, do it anyway, do it anyway

Knuckle tattoo says "I hate to
On dickhead who assures me that I'm just too sensitive"
You can't tell to fuck off forever
Then be mortified they finally do

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

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

But you don't want a funeral unless comes
And you don't want a unless you're adequately numb
And you don't want to not even to say goodbye
And you want to share how you're in shadows all the time
And you don't want to think about the people you knew
They're a tug on sleeve, they're an embarrassment to you
Just bones in the sun, just a decomposing rind
Just a that aired before you even were alive
Your friends are full-length mirrors you pull out of the garbage
Or orange juice soaked balls 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 even stick around
And now you want 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 shirts that smelled liked cigarettes and rain
And a of things you wished never had to change
But never been quite like it was when you were a kid
Puffy eyes, play fight, bug bites, jiff peanut butter, toast crunch
Strawberry allergy, bee

All of the people are
But tomorrow the punks and the cops will have to eat
And those people say
You know you have got to do it anyway, do it anyway, do it anyway