Luyện nghe bài hát Your Other Left

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

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

Now I'm asleep and nostalgic.
I've got thoughts 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 sure she wouldn't until the wind sings through her palms.

been keeping busy.
Taking mirrors bedroom 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 like fencers the patterns
Of a future as bright as a black
Got your degree, so what's the matter you?

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

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

When we 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 spat on the casket? And no flowers befall on my grave?
We're just to the wind.
I'm a dog-eared page of the moment you hummed out my name like a song that sang.
Your crescendo a cloth around my eyes.
To a strength to call my own, I traced your name into this poem
Just busy.
Watching loved-ones go by car and good-ones into coffins.
It seems so often, we out the memories instead of the movements.

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

In the they lost your letter
I imagine it read
You were sorry you'd miss me
Not as had we met
I took the mirror off my bedroom
I was growing tired of waking up next to someone I know