Luyện nghe bài hát Last Rites at the Jane Hotel

Other can be so disappointing
I need to spend more time
gives us the right to be so depressing?
224 West Street was our cathedral

These tears I cry for you prove that
I'm not the that 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 into caring
Assume no fault of own
It's really just the boredom of being captive

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

Check-in at the hotel
people

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

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

Dream,

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

Why would you Why should you care how I'm doing?
Do I bother you with those kinds of questions anymore?
I wanna matter, I wanna be friend, not a poison
This 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 season in
Though it doesn't feel quite as
At not as I can
At least not as I can

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