Luyện nghe bài hát Last Rites at the Jane Hotel

Other people can be so
I to spend more time alone
What us the right to be so depressing?
224 West 16th Street was our

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

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

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

Check-in at the hotel
people

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

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

Dream,

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

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

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

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

Seeking out my own season in hell
Though it feel quite as caustic
At not as I can
At not as I can
At not as I can tell