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 and a stuffed bear
Bed Bugs crawl your lovers hair
You got that thousand stare
I get itchy from talking to you

Drained sinking with the Argos son
out on the freshman year beer run
It's so hard to fun
but there to be a way to get through

All your amazed fade
But all of the damn dogs, they that they've got it made
And no matter you say,
You that you are going to do it anyway, do it anyway, do it anyway

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

You had a textbook breakthrough on a shaky
Seated next to kid
so embarrassed by her dad's use of slang
And nobody ever gets to cool

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

But you don't a funeral unless everybody comes
And you don't a kiss unless you're adequately numb
And you don't to speak not even to say goodbye
And you don't want to share how you're in shadows all the
And you don't want to think about the people you knew
They're a tug on sleeve, they're an embarrassment to you
some bones in the sun, just a decomposing rind
Just a sitcom that aired before you even were
friends are full-length mirrors that 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 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 your
And his flannel that smelled liked cigarettes and rain
And a of things you wished never had to change
But it's never been quite like it was you were a kid
Puffy eyes, play fight, bug bites, jiff butter, cinnamon toast crunch
allergy, bee stings

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