Luyện nghe bài hát The Couch

You hadn't your father in such a long time
He died in the arms of his lover how he
Your never left the house
She never married anyone else you took it upon to console her

You reminded her so much of father
So you were and you wonder why you're so hypersensitive
And why you can't trust anyone but us but then how can I
To forgive her so years under bridges with dirty water
She was foolish and selfish and if you ask me

I don't know to begin in all of my 50 odd years
I have been suffering and adapting perpetuating and enduring
Who are you younger to tell me
That I have unresolved problems not many of fruits
Of this type of labor

How can you throw words around like grieve and heal and mourn
I feel fine we may not have born as awake as you were
It was much harder in those days we had paper routes both ways
We went from to a job to a wife to instant parenthood

I walked his office I felt so self-conscious on the couch
He was sitting down across from me he was writing
His hypothesis I don't know got a loving supportive wife
Who doesn't how involved she should get
You say his was him just calling me on my shit?

the other day my sweet daughter I was driving past 203
I up the stairs in my mind's eye
I remember how they creak loudly
She was only responsive with a he was only responsive by photo
I was only trying to be the best big I could

I've walked sometimes confused sometimes to crack open wide
Sometimes indignant sometimes raw can you
I pay him 75 dollars an hour sometimes it feels like highway
And sometimes it's peanuts I wish it last a couple more hours

So here we both are battling similar not coincidentally
You seen beyond knowing it solely intellectually
not relinquishing your majesty
You are wise you are warm you are you are big
And I love you now than I ever have in my whole life