Luyện nghe bài hát Something To Do With My Hands

You it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
got your mother's cheekbones and your father's crooked smile
Forget all those places that never really been
And all those 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 as the south
With my old watch on your and my thumbs inside your mouth
on my fingertips until' you kill all my prints
So your boyfriend has no clue of how I've been touching 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 that this won't be one of

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

Your job is killing you, faster than a cancer
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 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 our timing is right, in case you need more from me
Than a bit of advice or a full of sympathy

You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so
You've got your mother's cheekbones and your father's crooked
Forget all those that you've never really been
And all those situations you somehow found in
Let your body into me, like your favorite memory
Like a line of poetry or a 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 thumbs inside your
Suck on my fingertips until' you kill all my
So your boyfriend has no clue of how much I've fucking you