Luyện nghe bài hát Bed Bugs

Let's stop and on a slow street
Your guy is and muttering
Looks at me like "now who the is he?"
And I tell you man I wish that I

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

Drained hopes with the Argos son
Floating out on the freshman year run
It's so to have fun
but there used to be a way to get

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

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

You had a textbook breakthrough on a plane
next to kid hyperventilating
She's so by her dad's use of slang
And nobody ever gets to feel

And these days I'm only something 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 I'm just talking to you

But you don't a funeral unless everybody comes
And you don't a kiss unless you're adequately numb
And you want to speak not even to say goodbye
And you don't want to share how in shadows all the time
And you don't to think about the people that you knew
a tug on your sleeve, they're an embarrassment to you
Just some bones in the sun, just a decomposing
Just a that aired before you even were alive
Your friends are full-length mirrors that you out of the garbage
Or orange juice cotton balls to convince you, you aren't starving
You need somebody to fuck, someone to call when you get
And people to make wonder why they 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 subconsciously remind you of your father
And his flannel shirts that liked cigarettes and rain
And a catalogue of things you wished never had to
But it's never been quite like it was when you a kid
eyes, play fight, bug bites, jiff peanut butter, cinnamon toast crunch
Strawberry allergy, bee

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