Luyện nghe bài hát Making Mirrors Extinct

4 am,
2 car garage,
she sat alone headphones on,
smeared black,
a compact,
she's up on a musty couch,
night,
herself.
she said,
i never get anyone
this way,
shoulders, these legs,
i mean, on,
at this face.

she to blow up
all the factories,
and shatter reflections the world,
but til then keep it all locked up
garage doors,
mumbling to deal her pain,
it's the best thing,
to making mirrors

in her
a wall of dreams,
with clipped from magazines,
thin,
with airbrushed
an inferior girl to
think up tricks and cut
wiping off her lips she stepped to the
stumbling, and shaking, her,
her figure frail

she wants to up
all the glass
and shatter 'round the world
until then just knock her knees
to the cool floor
and blast the sink,
it's the next best
to mirrors extinct.

well it all to a head,
shards,
arms,
and beds
the doctor in and says
"i know you're going through"
and the says, "no, how could you have a clue?"
so the doctor up her sleeves
and shows the girl faded
that read a poem
you're not

see, i wanna up all the glass factories
and shatter 'round the world,
but until then i'll talk to girls and then i'm
i'm not in how I think
it's the next thing
to making extinct