Luyện nghe bài hát The Calendar Hung Its Self

Does he kiss eyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your
And does he to you incessantly
from the between your bed and wall?
Does he walk all day at school
with his feet inside your
Looking down every few
to he walks with you.
Does he know place below your neck
that is favourite to be touched
and he cry through broken sentences
like I love you far too
Does he lay awake listening to breath?
that you smoke too many cigarettes.
Is he now
on a bathroom
For every of tile
there are a thousand
that you won't see
but hold inside yourself
eternally.

I drug your across the country
and we out my death.
In city, memories would whisper,
is where you rest.
I was in Chicago
but I dug my teeth into my
and I settled for a
and into your machine.
You are my sunshine, my only

I kissed a girl with a jaw
that her gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to me.
reminded me of yours.
In a story told she was a little
in a red-rouge, field
and were rows of ripe tomatoes
where a was concealed.
And it like thunder,
under our hands.
And it stretched for
to a diary end
I wrote,
You me happy
when the skies are
You me happy
the are grey
and
and grey.

the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest
with its hands stretched towards the hanging itself
but I will not for those dying days.
For all the who have left
there are a few stayed.
And found me here
and pulled me the grass
I was laid.