Luyện nghe bài hát Toiletries

Well say creatures of habit,
Are woven into the fabric.
I'd like to think that my weave the graphic
And I am the tapestry.

call this tragic;
Tragedy is just an empty cabinet.
I'd like to
The sink is an anchor,
me from floating away.
'Cause my are driftwood,
And my arms are in slow motion.
This is getting thinner.
What you a river,
I'd an ocean.

Well this fitting,
The is finished
But I am knitting.
I'd to try
Something uplifting or worthwhile.

Well they'd call this
But is just a cover up for all my bad habits.
I'd say different
Oh, but they'd say all the same.

smile,
Hidden behind the missing of tiles,
And been drowning, Woah!

I
Am a creature of the night, And I and die
By the idea
Our is white.

I'm a creature of the
And I and die
By the that
Our is white.

The creatures of
Were instinctively into the fabric.
Well I'd to think,
That my weave the graphic
And I am the tapestry.
They call this
But tragedy is an empty medicine cabinet.

Well I'd like to think the sink is an anchor
Keeping me from away
But my are driftwood,
And my are stuck in slow motion.
is getting thinner,
What you call a I call an ocean!

I, am a creature of the
And I and die
By the that,
Our is white.

I'm a creature of the
And I and die
By the that,
Our is white.