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

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

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

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

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

I don't care where you move, I don't care if 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 or a tongue full of sympathy

You it kills 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 you've really been
And all situations you somehow found yourself in
Let your 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, you sleepy as the south
With my old watch on your wrist and my inside your mouth
Suck on my fingertips until' you kill all my
So your boyfriend has no clue of how I've been fucking you