Luyện nghe bài hát Edge of Somewhere Island

[Verse 1: Cook]
Fingers touching shapes, and on analogs
Smokey fruit-flavored candy, but it felt forbidden I had a sweet tooth
Mouth of petroleum and all I smelled was grilled strawberries
by oranges

Felt like, the were dimmed to purple
Staring at the couch making of each and every thread in the pattern
How hideous individuals make in unison
camp in the cabin, we were just playing video games
Bees weren't no more
Summer seemed to last

Barbecues at 6 old
The sun all
The wind blew and grew violent and cycled through the decision
Creativity grew on

Spending days cooped up eating pizzas that's
And spice
in my body exited lyrically
We days with the minutes turned to hours

missing you even though you were there
Because I knew you'd leave
Once it was

So I prayed every dragged out even longer
minutes to days
And to years

I was prostrating on top of a speeding train
While the sun beamed down and I had never more vulnerable
I was no guarded
But I wasn't

The world harmless
Everything had own life, and feelings
And nature was not concerned with mine

Dogs howled at me as I bolted
Yet procrastinated the wind
partying in a crowded room while gritty, hauntingly beautiful sounds played
Yet were only 2 people

on dining room tables
Waiting on an order that never
I felt like bolder that spelt out my character and who I was
Had withered to shrill sharply letters

I like bolder letters that spelt out my character and who I was
Had withered to sharply shaped letters

A lightbulb replaced the sun in the sky and it flickered at me. Oil stained fur coats microwaving wax candles the base was foil

We were at the end of a harmonie korine
Walking in a field with shaved heads and neutral colors on, sticks

passiveness
Buttered
Plastic,
Polyester blazed with blood

Clogged
Injected the IV and and water squirted everywhere
brothers with the pizza man
Let him the house as a tip

Waffle
tinted hood, sentimental
'Bout my balls dropped

I wanna see the world like again
And I do when I stare at the grass and wonder under
Looking at the sky me think of the future and ponder what's coming

Limes and

Antiquing mirrors
That some old reflection