Luyện nghe bài hát The Accident

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

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