Luyện nghe bài hát Your Other Left

I've keeping busy
Keeping you at arm's length and breaking ice the covers
My father was a liar, he taught me 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.
Navigate the palms of promise, like the I couldn't keep.
Did I fall silent like a dropped into banks of greying snow?
Am I forgotten like wallet, like the songs you used to know?

Now I'm asleep and nostalgic.
I've got twisted of murder.
Although I'd never lay a hand I dream of simple to hurt her
Watch me leave without a note, just your in every song
But I'm she wouldn't notice until the wind sings through her palms.

I've been busy.
Taking mirrors from walls
So I recognize the reflection of a past that I've been trying hard to shatter.
I the distance in my palms.
I fought fencers through the patterns
Of a as bright as a litho black
Got your degree, so the matter with you?

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

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

When we wrote our in the wet cement, I felt walked on.
Waiting like a patient book to have my spine split open and to spill my into memories.
Was my name simply spat on the casket? And no befall on my grave?
We're dust to the wind.
I'm a dog-eared page of the moment you hummed out my 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 name this poem
keeping busy.
Watching go by car and tucking good-ones into coffins.
It seems so often, we sing out the instead of the movements.

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

In the post they lost letter
I imagine that it
You sorry that you'd miss me
Not as had we met
I took the off my bedroom wall
I was growing tired of waking up next to someone I didn't