Luyện nghe bài hát Something To Do With My Hands

You know it me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You've got your mother's cheekbones and your father's smile
Forget all those places that never really been
And all situations you somehow found 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 best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the
With my old watch on your wrist and my thumbs your mouth
Suck on my fingertips until' you kill all my
So your boyfriend has no clue of how much I've been you

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

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

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

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

You know it kills me to see such a girl so tired
got your mother's cheekbones and your father's crooked smile
Forget all those places you've never really been
And all those situations you somehow yourself in
Let body sink into me, like your favorite memory
Like a 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 wrist and my thumbs inside your mouth
Suck on my until' you kill all my prints
So boyfriend has no clue of how much I've been fucking you