Luyện nghe bài hát Last Rites at the Jane Hotel

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

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

You say you love me though like you aren't too shady
Knowing what you know, it 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 someone's captive

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

at the Jane hotel
Terrible

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

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

Dream,

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

Why would you 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 is so demoralizing

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

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

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