Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide At The Fountain Of Youth

There's caked on the shoebox.
inside spell out words that start with a 13 year old heart
that a of mishaps ripped apart.
blood on crossed out mix tapes.
Old songs whose are crashing on the floor.
Swallowing like never before.
This is like an after special that skips like cat-scratched vinyl
just as the threatens to die.
These have frozen it alive.
blood stashed in my folks' garage.
The letters folded like stars are documents.
to lost innocence.
There's blood on the of pictures whose mouths have been glued shut.
Whose have lost their shine.
I this tear to the hands of time.
Our kisses slip your fingers.
outlines of lead singers.
Even as I flee from the of the crime, these years have frozen it alive.