Fine Art of Making It Out Alive

歌詞

Kiss me on the forhead angel Before I go to sleep I can't remember if its Thursday or December I've been keeping track of days by counting hangovers And the bottles on my floor My mangled memory is making me mistake misfortune for forgivness I don't think I'll make it out alive So promise me that you'll survive to bury me Just empty all the alcohol And chronicle the chemicals But don't forget the cigarettes Remember every ember Alright, I admit that past few months were broken and abused Now I'm used to the bleeding and unspoken words that kept me so confused Maybe we can get past these addictions But the bodies piling up are a whole other story Unless your stomach's strong enough(2x) Maybe we can get past these addictions But the bodies piling up So promise me that you'll survive to bury me Hell, maybe we can just pretend That this recovery wont depend on moderation And in the end the same routine won'e leave me dead(2x) Just empty all the alcohol...or baby we're dead Tomorrow we'll wake up in time to stop this double suicide Through kisses laced with cyanide ANd one last look through bloodshot eyes I guess this is what they call killing yourself in small dose(2x)