Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sweatshirt

Tonight I'm in the for some unscheduled affection
Spontaneous combustion...I'm playing with my fire
my inner child blackened his skin to the tint of his sweatshirt
"Hey...when you play the big boys, you get hurt!"
I used to suck my thumb while silk blankets across my cheek
Until my mom me access. I bawled for weeks
We don't speak to day. I came to terms with my fear and loathing
Now I wear this clothing...like it's an extra layer of old
to shed...tears...in the fabric...from years that I've 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 even by enemies
Born in the 70's of the 20th
Making that distinction is for future reference...In case remember me
And my genesis. What's important is to remember this
Women and men are pissed. When they they exchange spit that is venomous
Most of it is affection-less and the affects of this has us quick to clench a
Don't get with your paintbrush when you reminisce

I'm sentimental and I miss used to be close to me
or maybe I've just got OCD and I break my old routines
Hopefully I reconcile with my inseparable...what lies from head to toes
Instead of symbolizing clothes...identifying outside symbols...

Cut out the man...

But my is in demand...

I'm feeling a kid again.

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

Dedicated to the of my Black Sweatshirt