Luyện nghe bài hát I Slept With The Nittany Liar

Mind if I hold this hand over top of heart,
as I search for a pulse somewhere amidst the
Searching for a life form between the sheets,
and the poison of love with every heartbeat.
A faint taste of blood resides on tongue,
in your sacred place, a psilocybin aftertaste.
And, darling, just open up, I insert this drug
for a few minutes, well overwhelm our senses.

You cant fly far on the of a sparrow;
youre destined to crash waves below.
Im my heart into this stereo
and learning how to live my without you.

Mind if I hold these hands top of your eyes?
Then you wont see the flaws, and you wont see the lies.
As resting your angel head
my windowpane, Darling, you dont feel pain.
And I listen as cars on rain-covered streets,
momentarily wishing that one would hit me.
And I gladly swallow down venom kiss in my throat,
and hold on, and pray to God as your takes me whole.

Love cant fly far on the wings of a

Cause baby, youre a lap-dance for a Vietnam vet,
facetiously and so inappropriate.
And isnt arrogance; this is disinterest,
so hold anything, because I am through believing in you.

if I hold this hand over top of you heart?
Mind if I hold these hands over top of eyes?
I will find a pulse somewhere the dark
inside this unmarked you dug for me in the park.