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 crooked smile
Forget all those places you've never really been
And all those situations you found yourself in
Let your body sink into me, like your favorite
Like a line of poetry or a 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 until' you kill all my prints
So your boyfriend has no clue of how I've been touching you

My with me is my problem with you
It doesn't much for me to come unglued
I put my headphones on and hear your favorite
And it kills me to know 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 came to on
Like in that movie theater when you in my ear
I almost didn't make it, this has been my year

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

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

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

I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the
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 I've been fucking you