Luyện nghe bài hát Something To Do With My Hands

You know it kills me to see a pretty girl so tired
You've got your cheekbones and your father's crooked smile
Forget all those that you've never really been
And all situations you somehow found yourself in
Let your body sink me, like your favorite memory
a line of poetry or a fuckin' fit of honesty

I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the
With my old watch on your wrist and my thumbs inside mouth
Suck on my fingertips you kill all my prints
So boyfriend has no clue of how much I've been touching you

My problem me is my problem with you
It take much for me to come unglued
I put my headphones on and your favorite songs
And it kills me to know that this won't be one of

You know it saves me to think even for a little
I owned the set of shoulders that you came to on
Like in that movie theater you whispered in my ear
I almost didn't make it, has been my hardest year

Your job is killing you, faster a cancer could
So now you're giving up, like they said you would
You've got old map out now and you found the farthest town
You hope that if you're lucky this is you'll settle down

I don't care you move, I don't care if it's far
All that I ask is that I where you are
In case our timing is right, in case you more from me
Than a bit of advice or a full of sympathy

You know it me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You've got your mother's and your father's crooked smile
Forget all those places that you've really been
And all those situations you found yourself in
Let your body sink me, like your favorite memory
Like a line of poetry or a fuckin' fit of

I'll do my to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
With my old watch on your wrist and my thumbs inside your
Suck on my fingertips you kill all my prints
So your boyfriend has no clue of how much I've been you