Luyện nghe bài hát In Medias Res

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

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

I'm leaving my to science, not medical but physics
Drag my corpse to the airport and lay me on the left wing
me at the highest point
And trace a line 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 wake from sleep, my 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 painlessly in at 45
But with a lover at your side a full and happy life
Is this that would interest you?
Would this you at all?