Luyện nghe bài hát Last Rites at the Jane Hotel

Other people can be so
I to spend more time alone
What gives us the right to be so
224 West Street was our cathedral

These tears I cry for you must prove
I'm not the demon I'm meant to be

You say you me though just like you aren't too shady
Knowing what you know, it be hard to
Trust who's so similar to yourself
Don't you it's pointless to try and bully me into caring more
no fault of your own
It's really just the boredom of being someone's

These I cry for you must prove that
I'm not the demon I'm meant to be

Check-in at the Jane
people

As usual as dead from anti-anxiety
And the old gang grasping for air that's not

Seeking out my own authentic season in
it doesn't feel quite as pompous
At not as I can
At not as I can tell

Dream,

Misery [?]
Wrecked me for the [?]
That I am free and almost
Down in Jersey I better

Why you ask? Why should you care how I'm doing?
Do I bother you those kinds of vapid questions anymore?
I wanna matter, I be your friend, not a poison
This kind of love, our kind of love is so

These tears I cry for you must prove
I'm not the that I'm meant to be

out my own authentic season in hell
Though it doesn't feel as pompous
At not as I can
At least not as I can

Seeking out my own authentic season in
Though it doesn't feel quite as
At not as I can
At not as I can
At not as I can tell