Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide At The Fountain Of Youth

There's blood on the shoebox.
Letters spell out words that start with a 13 year old heart
that a string of ripped apart.
There's on crossed out mix tapes.
Old songs whose meanings are on the floor.
Swallowing space never before.
is like an after school special that skips like cat-scratched vinyl
just as the threatens to die.
years have frozen it alive.
There's stashed in my folks' garage.
The letters like stars are sacred documents.
Tributes to innocence.
There's blood on the backs of pictures whose mouths been glued shut.
Whose eyes have their shine.
I dedicate this to the hands of time.
Our kisses slip through fingers.
Chalk of lead singers.
Even as I flee from the scene of the crime, these have frozen it alive.