Luyện nghe bài hát In Medias Res

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

And the water undressed the clothes I tied to the contours of body
And the grass stuck to fibers from us rolling in the lay-by
We're passed to dog hair blankets that protected the backseat
And a was hung from rear view mirror by your mother

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

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

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