Luyện nghe bài hát Bed Bugs

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

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

hopes sinking with the Argos son
Floating out on the freshman beer run
so hard to have fun
but used to be a way to get through

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

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

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

And these days I'm only saying if I'm swaying
That's the only it doesn't feel like 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 want a funeral unless comes
And you want 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 you're in shadows all the
And you want to think about the people that you knew
They're a tug on sleeve, they're an embarrassment to you
Just some bones in the sun, just a rind
Just a sitcom that aired before you 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 somebody to fuck, someone to call when you get down
And some people to make wonder why they even stick
And now you don't to drink, you say it feels the same as water
And you don't even like me, I just subconsciously remind you of your father
And his shirts that smelled liked cigarettes and rain
And a catalogue of things you wished never had to
But it's never been like it was when you were a kid
Puffy eyes, play fight, bug bites, jiff peanut butter, cinnamon crunch
Strawberry allergy, bee

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