Luyện nghe bài hát Straightjacket Weather

i thought you would be, insane at twenty-three. now, i'm that weirdo screaming on the train. you're setting fires inside my head. i'd like to believe you. it's not arson, maybe just a warm goodbye for me. it's cold inside my heart, cold, dark, and crazy. sweater weather for you, and a straightjacket for me. head down, hands tied, dreaming only of you. who can rescue me from this padded room. if i got my mouth on some cyanide, or a shotgun, maybe i'd survive. head down, hands tied, dreaming only of you. who can rescue me from this padded room. and our car is parked outside. i'll ride shotgun, baby, you can drive.