Luyện nghe bài hát Your Other Left

I've been busy
Keeping you at length and breaking ice between the covers
My was a liar, he taught me everything I know.
And as fictional as they come, he's as as they go.

And I dreamt the dreams in all the weeks I couldn't sleep.
the palms of promise, like the ones I couldn't keep.
Did I fall silent like a glove dropped into of greying snow?
Am I forgotten your wallet, like the songs you used to know?

Now I'm asleep and nostalgic.
got twisted thoughts of murder.
Although I'd never lay a hand I dream of ways to hurt her
Watch me leave without a note, just your name in every
But I'm sure she notice until the wind sings through her palms.

been keeping busy.
Taking mirrors bedroom walls
So I can't recognize the reflection of a that I've been trying hard to shatter.
I the distance in my palms.
I like fencers through the patterns
Of a future as bright as a black
Got your degree, so what's the with you?

It can all so quickly.
And I recognize...

So I've been my soles straight to compensate
For my time running in my
The gerbil spun me 'round again
It's left me jader than an august rain.

we wrote our names in the wet cement, I felt walked on.
Waiting like a book to have my spine split open and to spill my guts into memories.
Was my name simply spat on the casket? And no befall on my grave?
We're just to the wind.
I'm a page of the moment you hummed out my name like a song that we'd sang.
Your wrapped a cloth around my eyes.
To find a strength to call my own, I traced your into this poem
Just busy.
loved-ones go by car and tucking good-ones into coffins.
It so often, we sing out the memories instead of the movements.

When I go it feel like waking up in a well-lit room with no memory of the excuse that I used to use.

In the post lost your letter
I that it read
You were sorry you'd miss me
Not as had we met
I the mirror off my bedroom wall
I was growing tired of waking up to someone I didn't know