Luyện nghe bài hát I Just Want To Sell Out My Funeral

the Apartment.
I on collapsing and I could have sworn I heard a car door slam.
I'm stuck at the corner of grinding and stomach acid, all alone under a soft rain and streetlamp.
I spent my life weighed down by a stone heart, in irony and settling for anything.
Somewhere down the line all the wiring went faulty. I'm scared shitless of and I'm staring out at where I wanna be.

I just want to out my funeral; I just want to be enough for everyone.
I just want to sell out my funeral; Know that I fought the lights were gone.

I'm through harbors and churchyards. I felt the snow crack under my feet.
I'll stay for mild winters, for every shot I got at anything.
I'll blame the way that I was brought up or the flaws I was born with or the mistakes that I've made, they're all just fucking excuses.
So bury me in the memories of my and family.
I just need to know that they proud of me.

I want to sell out my funeral; I just want to be enough for everyone.
I just to sell out my funeral; Know that I fought until the lights were gone.

Oh, we all wanna know where'd the American dream go? Did you give up and go Am I here alone?
Oh, when the credits roll, I'll watch as the glows; the moments when I choked, all the
fears I've outgrown
At least I so.

I was just happy to be a I was just aching for anything.
And I used to have such steady but now I can't keep them from shaking.
I'm I...

I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times; Is this what it feels like my wings clipped?
I'm awkward and nervous; I'm and nervous
I'm awkward and nervous; I'm and nervous

But I was kind of you'd stay.
I was of hoping you'd stay; I was kind of hoping you'd stay.
I need you to stay. Oh, god, could you
I need you to stay, I need you to stay; I you.

If I'm in an airport and you're in a hospital bed, then, kind of man does that make me?
If I'm in an airport and you're in a hospital bed, then, what kind of man does that me?
If I'm in an airport (If I'm in an airport); kind of man does that make me?
What kind of man does that me?
What kind of man does that me?

I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never me.
When all we had were me-downs
(I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never me.)
When all we had were hand
When all we had were hand
All we had was will.

Two blackbirds on a highway sign are laughing at me here with my clipped.
I'm staring up at the sky but the bombs keep falling.
There's no devil on my shoulder; got a rocking chair on my front porch but I won't let him in.
No, I won't let him in; I'm sick of seeing ghosts and I know how it's all gonna end.
There's no waiting; there's no sunset to ride off in.
We all want to be great men and there's nothing about it.
I just want to that I did all I could with what I was given.

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