Luyện nghe bài hát Her Palms Were Read

Everyday I wake to find the device written on my spine.
But with rack torture, I turn the wheel and find my of mind.

I have these dreams I'm asleep, black and velvety.
I can remember dreams.
I wish I could things, I can't remember anything.

Secrets the of cemetery walls- some days I can't get outside at all.
We are what we eat- and I am my and you are nothing at all.

If I could count the ways I need you, am I just all of my time?
All of the crowns I keep evergreen
as I for you, the world will pass me by.

I found you sitting lotus starry-skies
You'd eyes on palms red as Hester Prynne.
I watched you cut your hair short and the bobby-pins my twin accrue.

It to be fun. It used to be kind.
I'm in ill-fit shedded skin and I can't remember anything.

All young love on in all of the sad songs,
drunken kitchen-hymns, your raw
I am set adrift.
grown disinterested in every kiss.
The antithesis of is waiting.
all of the pictures of the people you miss
That impatiently in place of the ones we see in every dream
That came like the rain, and like daylight over Magpies.

[We were wasting our time nights patient and wasted.]