Luyện nghe bài hát Your Other Left

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

And I dreamt the biggest 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 glove into banks of greying snow?
Am I forgotten like your wallet, the songs you used to know?

Now I'm and you're nostalgic.
I've got thoughts of murder.
Although I'd never lay a hand I of simple ways to hurt her
Watch me leave a note, just your name in every song
But I'm sure she wouldn't notice the wind sings through her palms.

I've keeping busy.
mirrors from 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 like fencers through 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
It's left me jader than an august rain.

When we our names in the wet cement, I felt walked on.
Waiting like a patient book to have my spine split open and to spill my guts memories.
Was my name simply spat on the casket? And no flowers on my grave?
just dust to the wind.
I'm a dog-eared page of the moment you hummed out my name like a song we'd sang.
Your crescendo a cloth around my eyes.
To find a strength to call my own, I traced your into this poem
Just busy.
Watching loved-ones go by car and tucking good-ones coffins.
It seems so often, we 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 they lost letter
I that it read
You sorry that you'd miss me
Not as had we met
I took the mirror off my wall
I was growing tired of waking up next to someone I know