Luyện nghe bài hát Trite

[Sage

i'm identity crises.
"no not." "yes we are."
i'm identity crises.
"no not." "yes we are."

i don't have a that hasn't been felt, feeling on my felt tip,
my hand...revealing what i've dealt with.
and how i'm dealing. cut the deck. evenly the pieces
of shit during our disputes on weekends.
we can sing along to each other's song,
even if the interpretation is wrong,
just make sure you bring the wrong mike,
'cause i don't about meeting a boyfriend we can all like (nah!).
this song is called trite, ya like it.
could've substituted your name with the title but i decided i'd keep it private.
violent dream just seem endless.
i can see myself a heated entrance
to your with a smirk on my face.
and a in my cheek. and a gun in my reach.
sneaking naked photos of myself under the of your co-workers,
putting a knife to your throat and out "i won't hurt her!"
like, "let her go!"
and i'm like, "let her grow!"
prisoners listen to this. their rational side was out on a furlough.
i like turbo-nuclear affairs.
i want a wife, a house, and two and a half to call when i'm not there.
hang up the phone, and have my wife call up the phone company,
and ask the phone guy "why???"

and like, "ma'am...well, maybe you just don't know how to talk."
and she's like, "damn...well...wanna me?"
"yeah of course."

see? case closed. and he how to trace calls,
so i can't make saying, "i hate ya'll!"
i throw at my mirror, break walls a tear a-
page out of my diary, throwing it from the eighth floor 'til i hear a
pin drop. unsuspecting are in shock.
they know i'm about to myself with a sling shot.
they bring for ammunition,
steal my lifetime magazines and cancel my subscription.
their are just itching to scratch my clean records.
my rap sheets are infected, now i be president???
i just have to be elected! i ask for just a chance.
the back was "kid, you never did in the first place."

speaking of that, give me my blue ribbons back and that is mine.
waiting for a nice guy who make it to the finish line.
when i die you recognize the picture buried inside the obituary,
but say, "bye, i miss you very much."

i'm always one for words at departing time,
in a million years is when this dead will shine.
say my name. nope. say my fuckin' name. nope.
you don't...know what to me so you don't.
you don't you don't me.
you you don't call me.