Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

Used to
Hard to admit I used to draw
in a human form
Doodle of a two headed unicorn, it was
Moving his arm in a of man mad tools

And a muse from beyond
if it went beautifully wrong
It was tangible for a youth who refused to belong
No nuisance
Stools in the

Oozed in a brand new
commune with the horde
Got a whole gray scale his world
Might out to the yap of the magpie
Unseen hand his graphite

Cross contour little bit of back
Black ink a Bristol to baptize
You can imagine the that ensue
When you get 3 stuffed into 2

Then it's off to a where it's all that you do
Being trained and by a capable few
Back in New York, 5 and a dog
In a 2 bedroom doing menial

Plus, rhyming and stealing and a clod
Distractions free to

I left years a deer in the light
I left some will to away
I let my fears
I let my deteriorate

Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing a mission that was routed in a 20 year affinity in condition with an ID crisis
Nap on the front lawn, up at the sky its
Shapes falling out of the

All heart though we would've made kinds
They will chop you down just to count your
Just to count your rings, just to count rings
And were
pouring out of the fringe

All heart we would've made cowardly kings
They will chop you down to count your rings
to count your rings, just to count your rings
Used to

Hard to admit that I to paint
Natural light on the face
fire on his roommate's bass
It was blooming

A miss and push and a
Book a tattooed pigskin, look
Pinhead intermittent
Drank Aid from a tube of acrylic

And I grew up oil over linen
Joy to the poison, voice in the
Capture a map of the
Back up, add a little accurate fat to the

Redo that, move inward
Zinc white lightening from his fingers
Studios drone with of tinctures
Stay tuned for the adventures

You can the stars that align
a forearm starts foreshortening right
Or a torso hung on a spine
And proportion reads as and alive

Routine day a dirt cheap brush
Then a week goes by and it untouched
Then 2, 3, then a month
Then the of your life you beat yourself up

I some seasons eager to fall
I left some work to bury
I let my means of dissolve
I let my curl up and die

Eating up his innards in unfeasible is brutally committed to relinquishing his privacy aligning with the trials of the Anti-Midas
Nap on the back look up at the sky its
falling out of the fringe

All heart though we made cowardly kinds
They will you down just to count your rings
Just to your rings, just to count your rings
And were

Colors out of the fringe
All though we would've made cowardly kings
They will you down just to count your rings
Just to count rings, just to count your rings