Luyện nghe bài hát Bed Bugs

Let's stop and 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 I knew

scavenged mattress and a stuffed bear
Bed crawl through your lovers hair
You got that yard stare
I get just from talking to you

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

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

You had a textbook breakthrough on a shaky
Seated to kid hyperventilating
She's so embarrassed by her dad's use of
And nobody ever 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 unless everybody comes
And you don't want a unless you're adequately numb
And you don't want to speak not 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, they're an to you
Just some bones in the sun, just a rind
a sitcom that aired before you even were alive
Your friends are mirrors that you pull out of the garbage
Or orange juice cotton 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 want 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 of things you wished never had to change
But it's never quite like it was when you were a kid
Puffy eyes, play fight, bug bites, jiff peanut butter, cinnamon toast
Strawberry allergy, bee

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