Luyện nghe bài hát Jejune

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

A pair of lenses light across a map.
The we've never been are Sharpied onto scotch tape on a coffee can.
You were in the kitchen, I was helping you breathe.
You were screaming at the floor boards "This is not for me".
But now you're leaving. The is done.
You fold us into airplanes and us at the sun.

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

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

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

I'd like to take my and burn it with my mattress and my books and my identity.
And I'd like to drive I can't see the skylines.
Sometimes I so stuck in propulsion, my feet are still in motion 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 found something to write about. This is the letting go for hope in jejune bloom.
If I told you when you left I was discolored and frayed, would you lend me your hue and wax?

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

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