Luyện nghe bài hát Square Room

Sitting in a square
My voice is
And the that are bouncing off the moon
Are hanging from my like icicles

a tired old alcoholic, waxing bucolic
Shivering and
at a wooden floor
Staring at a wooden

Last night I killed myself
rum with rum
There crows flying all around my head
And I sure and ate me some

Funny how I
who I was trying just so, so hard to impress
Now half those fuckers me
And I'm just a fool to all the

Why do I on drinking myself to the grave?
Why do I dream about cozy
I had all these plans of great to accomplish
But I end up purely pathetic than often

Sitting in a square
My is freezing