Luyện nghe bài hát The Accident

this world is a and hollow as a heart,
to piece the broken parts to ease our hopeless art
you wore me hard and me out but kept me spinning,
this world I in was yours and I make believed and pretended,
acted so passive in it like i loved you but actually didn't,
the past gets when your liven it and actin indifferent,
and when you i give a shit instead of counting away minutes
pinning stories on the different and killing it before it ended,
ain't that tragic when a person recognize that magic,
a trapeze act of sadness trying to old habits,
the has beens to amplify what happened
so you put on old mask again and become the accident

you to be in love but love the way it feels,
fill the memories like poison as your starts to wilt,
melt the wax on our in the house our ghost built,
while i hold you still and read your by the window seal,
like closed books those old looks that fold me meat hooks,
where the scene took pause and it my jaw,
while I held your till dawn,
i felt so fucking and I fell apart a thousand times,
like time and I'm out my goddamn mind,
funny memories of symmetry that didn't exist before they gone,
our head play in the midst of medleys of boredom and alone,
the feeling of someone at home but not recognizing the ghost,
and we're but prideful patiently spiteful but incredibly absent,
make up on the napkin took the clown and smeared the passion,
so you put on the old again and become the accident.