Luyện nghe bài hát Type Face Love Letter

Got in my fucking hands,
Cause I can't sleep.
All holes in my fucking hands,
me to believe.
I waited, and I waited,
For something that's all wrong.
And I waited,
For something come undone.
I got a attack theory,
In the of my jeans.
And I I got something,
And it's not It seems.
a bull without horns.
And a god on the mend.
Limping, to avoid.
Something in my head.