Luyện nghe bài hát The Accident

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

you hate to be in but love the way it feels,
fill the memories like as your body 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 books those old looks that fold me onto meat hooks,
where the scene took pause and it my jaw,
I held your palm till dawn,
i so fucking gone and I fell apart a thousand times,
like time and I'm out my goddamn mind,
funny memories of that didn't exist before they were gone,
tricks our head play in the midst of of boredom and alone,
the feeling of someone else at home but not the ghost,
and we're crazy but prideful patiently but incredibly absent,
up on the napkin took away the clown and smeared the passion,
so you put on the old mask again and the accident.