Luyện nghe bài hát In Medias Res

But let's talk about you for a minute the vomit in your gullet
a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic
In the in your car because it wasn't safe to start it
"You're far too fucked to drive", were the that you imparted

And the undressed the clothes I tied to the contours of your body
And the dead grass stuck to from us rolling in the lay-by
passed to dog hair blankets that protected the backseat covers
And a crucifix was hung from rear mirror by your mother

I'm my body to science, not medical but physics
Drag my to the airport and lay me limp on the left wing
Drop me at the highest
And trace a line around the dent I leave in the
That'll be the of the one you'll marry, now I'm not around
I for seven hours, the sky didn't want it back

I wake sleep, my head in your shoulder, wet against the window
The frost had formed and melted, soaked me right through to my

If you were the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45
But with a lover at your side after a full and life
Is this something that would interest
this interest you at all?