Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sweatshirt

Tonight I'm in the for some unscheduled affection
combustion...I'm playing with my fire inside
Burning my inner child blackened his to the tint of his sweatshirt
"Hey...when you play the big boys, you get hurt!"
I used to my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across my cheek
my mom denied me access. I bawled for weeks
We don't speak to this day. I came to with my fear and loathing
Now I wear this clothing...like an extra layer of old skin
Afraid to shed...tears...in the fabric...from years that had it
Found abandoned on the to the attic
runaway skin cells...absorbing memories
It's been to hell and back, dragged through the dirt and worn by enemies
in the 70's of the 20th century
Making distinction is for future reference...In case y'all remember me
And my genesis. most important is to remember this
Women and men are pissed. When they kiss they spit that is venomous
Most of it is affection-less and the affects of this has us quick to clench a
Don't get fancy with your paintbrush when you

I'm sentimental and I miss used to be close to me
or I've just got OCD and I can't break my old routines
Hopefully I reconcile with my inseparable...what lies inside from head to
of symbolizing clothes...identifying with outside symbols...

Cut out the man...

But my is in demand...

I'm like a kid again.

"It me from the wind, sea and sand
was saved from the crazy cemetery walks
And every awkward moment spent talking with the Man
Man...managed unconditional comfort. As come to understand...
The are under my bed again...
The are under my bed again."

Dedicated to the memory of my Black