Luyện nghe bài hát Bed Bugs

Let's stop and talk on a slow
guy is cross-eyed and muttering
Looks at me like "now who the is he?"
And I tell you man I wish I knew

Trash scavenged mattress and a bear
Bed Bugs crawl through your hair
You got that yard stare
I get itchy just from to you

Drained hopes with the Argos son
out on the freshman year beer run
It's so hard to fun
but there used to be a way to get

All your amazed days
But all of the damn dogs, they that they've got it made
And no what you say,
You know you are going to do it anyway, do it anyway, do it anyway

Knuckle tattoo "I hate to live
On another dickhead who assures me that I'm too sensitive"
You can't tell everybody to off forever
Then be mortified when finally do

You had a textbook on a shaky plane
next to kid hyperventilating
She's so embarrassed by her dad's use of
And nobody ever gets to feel

And days I'm only saying something if I'm swaying
That's the only time it doesn't feel I'm explaining
So if you see me and I to entertaining
I'm not singing I'm just to you

But you want a funeral unless everybody comes
And you don't want a kiss unless you're numb
And you don't want to speak not to say goodbye
And you want to share how you're in shadows all the time
And you don't want to think about the that you knew
a tug on your sleeve, they're an embarrassment to you
Just bones in the sun, just a decomposing rind
Just a sitcom that aired before you even were
Your friends are mirrors that you pull out of the garbage
Or orange juice soaked cotton balls to you, you aren't starving
You need somebody to fuck, someone to call you get down
And people to make wonder why they even stick around
And now you don't want to drink, you say it feels the as water
And you don't actually even like me, I just remind you of your father
And his shirts that smelled liked cigarettes and rain
And a catalogue of things you wished never had to
But it's never been like it was when you were a kid
Puffy eyes, play fight, bug bites, jiff peanut butter, cinnamon crunch
allergy, bee stings

All of the are asleep
But the punks and the cops will both have to eat
And those people say
You that you have got to do it anyway, do it anyway, do it anyway