Luyện nghe bài hát Everyday Balloons

It's more fists and phases.
It goes beyond little changes.
not enough.
Banks, bombs, coffee and everything I own.
I even think a second without my thoughts coming down to wreck it.
Spirits been for months.
When is it home?
These hangups alone are me down,
my ears,
chomp at the bit and at the masses.
whose in control.
I'm killing kills.
Healing hurts.
at the world.
Destroying feelings.
Everyday I it.
I practise petty fucking to fix it...
for a while.
Shelve it with the of me.
to the faith I've loaned.
I my throat to get it.
I tune it in and turn it up to it.
how it happens.
Stage fright is the only help I own.