Luyện nghe bài hát Some Friends

You've got a way of coming clean- or are you just coming apart?
You tuck the to-do between the book ends and in the books that look good on the bus.
Mistake my for a smile while you choke on a bitten tongue.

You're not so funny you're mean to me.
Your black fade to gray- the red-blooded blues
When we grow old to we died young.

Nothing lasts.
a dystopian, sick world and everything is just falling apart.
But don't it feel like coming together when we load-up the goods and push the shopping carts out?
We'd smoke in your bedroom, the forced laughter is not contagious.
I know that you wish you were sick, but there are so many ways of more disappointing..

not so funny when you're mean to me.
Your black fade to gray, you looked dead in your leather anyway.
Suburban Punks and we're die young.
But gagged and you're bound and you're city-bound.
You young.

it feels like there's something that's gone.
When you ask if something that's wrong.
I feel like there's that's gone.