Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sweatshirt

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

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

Cut out the man...

But my is in demand...

I'm feeling a kid again.

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

Dedicated to the of my Black Sweatshirt