Luyện nghe bài hát Opportunistic

an kind of phase,
laughing trying to save face at the party
where all friends are so cool

off liquor we found our
eyelids heavier,
we a brief look and just gave ourselves to the night

we'll just fight to be the we hate

we in the morning
confused by what we were
for things are better left in the adolescence of youth

do me a she said,
"i'd you to savor the taste of me on your lips,
i swear it's the last you'll get."

grace do you me, grace till you die.