Luyện nghe bài hát Bed Bugs

Let's stop and talk on a slow
Your guy is cross-eyed and
at me like "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 hair
You got that thousand yard
I get itchy just from to you

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

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

Knuckle tattoo "I hate to live
On another dickhead who assures me that I'm too sensitive"
You tell everybody to fuck off forever
Then be mortified they finally do

You had a textbook on a shaky plane
Seated next to kid
She's so by her dad's use of slang
And nobody gets to feel 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 I'm just talking to you

But you want 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 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 your sleeve, an embarrassment to you
Just bones in the sun, just a decomposing rind
Just a that aired before you even were alive
friends are full-length mirrors that you pull out of the garbage
Or juice soaked cotton balls to convince you, you aren't starving
You need to fuck, someone to call when you get down
And some people to make wonder why they stick around
And now you don't want to drink, you say it feels the as water
And you don't actually even like me, I just subconsciously remind you of your
And his flannel shirts that smelled liked cigarettes and
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 toast
allergy, bee stings

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