Listening

Listening
Your skin attached is a fragile cliche
Of my broken heart attack
You should swallow your teeth and hang out
Stay for a while
If your heart's still beating, it must be blood
If your lungs's still working, it must be mud
If its still light, then a kick in the ribs
Today's worth living?

I don't see anything now
So just say what you want to say
It's kind of funny how you're not listening anyway
Lights out, I can't stand to hear you scream while
We're making love, I was fast asleep
And the night sky better give something up
I don't see anything now
So just say what you want to say
It's kind of funny how I'm not listening anyway
Lights out
Lights out, I can't stand to hear you scream while
We're making love, I was fast a sleep
If your heart's still beating, it must be blood
If your lung's still working, it must be mud
If its still light out, then a kick in the ribs
Today's worth living? Then it probably is..
I don't see anything now
So just say what you want to say
It's kind of funny how I'm not listening anyway
I don't see anything now
So just say what you want to say
It's kind of funny how I'm not listening anyway
I'm not listening anyway
I'm not listening anyway
I'm not listening

Listening, I'm not listening
I'm not listening
I'm not listening
I'm not listening
En la canción 'Listening' de The Used, la letra nos sumerge en un estado de vulnerabilidad emocional. Se describe la piel como un cliché frágil que cubre un corazón roto, mientras se hace referencia a la idea de tragarse las palabras de alguien y permanecer cerca por un tiempo...