Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse

You crawled my bed
Like some sort of insect
And I found myself
At the sight of you

in my room,
Beautiful and grotesque and all the rest of that bug
your way into my mouth
Behind my teeth, for my scars

night we got kicked out of two bars
And laughed our way

That you leaned over
And up into your hair
And I
I would offer you my

If I thought it would be
I would give you my

The problem with is that you have

Some hundred years and then can
Build building on your only
100 years and then your grave is not own
We lie in out beds, and our

Unable to save ourselves
The quaint tragedies we
And then undo the stupid circumstances
We slalomed

And I that night that the hall light
Which so bright when you turned it on is nothing
to the dawn
Which is nothing, to the light

Which from me while you're sleeping
Cocooned in my
and grotesque resting
That night we got kicked out of two

And laughed our way
And I held you there

I would you my pulse
I would give you my
I would offer you my