Luyện nghe bài hát Jejune

A green line across my forehead I was never really king at all.
And all my friends fell out like teeth.
My riches to dust, my kingdom crumbles and falls away.
But face is a blossom of jejune praise.
I feel I'm learning more each day. I need to find my again.
And I know that all good must pass, but the aching never fades away.

A pair of lenses fracture across a map.
The places we've been are Sharpied onto scotch tape on a coffee can.
You crying in the kitchen, I was helping you breathe.
You were at the floor boards "This place is not for me".
But now leaving. The damage is done.
You us into airplanes and throw us at the sun.

And I still feel sick I sit still.
I watch you plot-lines,
how she'd tilt her head to show you there was no condition
of you.

Was I the wind between your
Was she the slab that broke your
Did you get my

The line across my forehead. Was I ever really here at all?
My efforts stretched rubber bands, decayed.
We waltzed charades inside this apartment space
To the echoing made that "maybe one day..."

I'd like to take my name and burn it with my mattress and my and my identity.
And I'd like to drive I can't see the skylines.
Sometimes I feel so stuck in propulsion, my feet are still in but my head is fucking frozen.
So I'm leaving. The is done.
My love is unconditional, But I'm in no to love.

Now I've found something to write about. is the letting go for hope in jejune bloom.
If I told you that you left I was discolored and frayed, would you lend me your hue and wax?

(Trace your mind back to a time where headstones were and your name pooled sweet on our tongues.)

And if I showed you, through verb and tax that I had to let go,
If I could go back, I'd say you were right.
right. You're right.