اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Our apartment was breathing
Like each groan was its last will and testament
Or as if every single secret it heard was a weight on its chest
It just had to get off
And the marching band that follows my upstairs neighbor around
Is keeping feverish time during all hours of the night
I have always envied how fast you fall asleep
