Luyện nghe bài hát Generally More Worried Than Married

What is addiction with of drug
What is without the presence of white
Days remain hollow absence of night

When I fell into my absence and
Not to do
I made a can of coffee - a
Cigarette or two is like a
Hunger - This day is lake a
A last supper to the
Wasted, slumbered in the closet

She in the attic
- A floor in
My room and the -
Of chaos and

I'm awaiting the of dawn - the smell
Of morning - the sound of her
Footsteps can and cure

It takes a while to get things
In perspective A bleak, coloured
Upon the wall - so pale and
But how I gain from this knowledge
When I know not to go