Luyện nghe bài hát Last Rites at the Jane Hotel

Other people can be so
I need to spend more alone
What gives us the right to be so
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 just like you aren't too shady
Knowing you know, it must be hard to
Trust someone who's so similar to
Don't you know it's pointless to try and bully me into caring
no fault of your own
It's really the boredom of being someone's captive

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

Check-in at the hotel
Terrible

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

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

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 of love, our kind of love is so demoralizing

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

out my own authentic season in hell
Though it feel quite 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 least not as I can