Luyện nghe bài hát Toiletries

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

They this tragic;
is just an empty medicine cabinet.
I'd like to
The sink is an anchor,
keeping me from away.
my legs are driftwood,
And my are stuck in slow motion.
This is getting thinner.
you call a river,
I'd an ocean.

Well isn't fitting,
The is finished
But I am knitting.
I'd to try
uplifting or something worthwhile.

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

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

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

I'm a of the night
And I and die
By the idea
Our is white.

The creatures of
Were instinctively into the fabric.
I'd like to think,
That my feet weave the
And I am the tapestry.
They call tragic
But tragedy is just an empty cabinet.

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

I, am a of the night
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.