Luyện nghe bài hát Square Room

sitting in a room
my voice is
and the beams that are bouncing off the
are from my window like icicles

just a tired old alcoholic, bucolic
and homesick
staring at a floor
staring at a wooden

last night I killed myself
chasing rum rum
there were crows flying all my head
and I sure and ate me some

funny how I alienated
those who I was just so
so to impress
now half fuckers hate me
and I'm just a fool to all the

why do I insist on myself to the grave
why do I dream about cozy
I had all these plans of great to accomplish
but I end up pathetic more than often