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 mother's and your father's crooked smile
Forget all those places that never really been
And all those you somehow found yourself in
Let body sink into me, like your favorite memory
a line of poetry or a fuckin' fit of honesty

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

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

You it saves me to think even for a little while
I owned the set of shoulders that you to rely 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 than a could
So now you're giving up, like they said you would
got that old map out now and you found the farthest town
You hope that if you're lucky this is where settle down

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

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

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