Luyện nghe bài hát Sluttering (may 4th)

Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness.
drain west, mud made a mess of us. time to leave
place. I'd saw through your wrist to find a
better trap that fits. I'd saw through traps to
find a better you, a of you that lasts. I saw
through trap and into my own wrists. Saw we were
through, red ribbons spill to blue: a to sore
your eyes. I got dress. I'm hiking it around
this waste of laughter. Slow alone with no one
to the sound of four hands clapping.
to you both, I hope you're happy. If
there's a moral to this story then I you'd show
me. in the blood, fly in the disappointment.
Rubber, I'm glue. write the book on you. It's
sticking to my face. You need a less than what
you take for granted. This is the sip drinking
back from you, out your eyes. You need a
little more suppression of appetites. This is
your honeymoon, in rooms, it's neither sweet
nor bright. I a word to give this state a name,
this game a guess. I call it "sluttering". It
as little as your little test. You are your
revenge. Your very means, they have no ends. is
a story you won't tell the we'll never have. If
you hear this song a hundred times it won't be
enough.