Luyện nghe bài hát Bed Bugs

Let's stop and talk on a slow
guy is cross-eyed and muttering
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 your lovers hair
You got that thousand yard
I get itchy just talking to you

Drained hopes sinking with the son
Floating out on the freshman year run
It's so hard to fun
but used to be a way to get through

All amazed days fade
But all of the damn dogs, they 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 tattoo says "I hate to
On dickhead who assures me that I'm just too sensitive"
You can't everybody to fuck off forever
Then be mortified when finally do

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

And these days I'm saying something if I'm swaying
the only time 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 kiss unless you're adequately
And you don't 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
They're a tug on your sleeve, they're an to you
some 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 orange juice soaked cotton balls to convince you, you starving
You somebody to fuck, someone to call when you get down
And some people to wonder why they even stick around
And now you don't want to drink, you say it feels the as water
And you don't actually like me, I just subconsciously remind you of your father
And his flannel shirts that liked cigarettes and rain
And a of things you wished never had to change
But it's 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 are asleep
But tomorrow the punks and the cops both have to eat
And those people say
You know that you got to do it anyway, do it anyway, do it anyway