Luyện nghe bài hát Pranging Out

I get back from tour and suddenly it seem like much fun to be off my face at quarter to 11am

You're out,
I see you (I feel awful)
voice is talking to me,
This aint even funny (The irons been on in my house has in for 4 fucking weeks)
I see you,
I'm to do something stupid

I daren't say my manager got lairy and smacked me, these headaches are getting unbearably nasty.
Staring at the crackwork looking scary with my brandy, the and roll clich walks in and then
me.
Carelessly wreckin' out just to handle the fear, I do a line but then panic cos I feel a bit
prangy.
So I glug marlon from the bottle to ease off the pain, then when it starts wearing off I just a bit sad.
Snort more tour support and then have a drink, the bruise on the side of my head is banging.
The only reason I started this was to still be here laughing, the reason I started this was to
be here laughing.

You're out,
I see you,
This is talking to me,
aint even funny
I see you,
I'm about to do stupid.

The girl in my bed was kinda right now, I know she's thinking she's a bit frightened somehow,
I don't she realised what I'd invited her back to my house.
I don't want anyone to see me like this now,
All of thoughts rolling back in my eyes,
I've been a sport thoughts dance in my mind,
A banging headache, prang by their side,
with the pictures from the past of my life,
I don't remember any of what I thought at all,
The conclusion to when I forgot it all,
Panicking a bit, frightened of fuck all,
So nursing my bruise I right from the bottle,
I don't want anyone I to see me like this,
My in single became lies in lists,
She's sell/tell no doubt,
Fuck it I'm not stop drinking though, I cant for now.

You're out,
I see you,
This voice is to me,
This aint funny.
I see you you,
I'm to do something stupid.

My must have slipped down and gone to sleep,
Before the prang pain was to dawn on me,
Around the I was sketching trying to con some sleep,
And the new day on me was nearly in here,
I must have flaked I inputted, waging loads more.
Cos I on bookings, way to tow the score.
Why do I my rules not to wager anymore?
I'd flaked on the bookings and majorly on the score,
I've got a simple problem, but my spinning out,
I the website between the wine and the stout,
My rush of fear me forget how fucked I had been,
This time I'm drying my eyes and a fucking bleed,
Turning my phone off when my guy phones me,
The day before getting nasty my manager when he only bit me,
I threw his wallet out of the as it was growing heated,
He 'Sort your life out' as he punched me over to my feet.

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You're out,
I see you,
This is talking to me,
This aint even
I see you you,
I'm to do something stupid.

Right now logic states I to be not contemplating suicide,
Cos with thought it would seem that I need to be not doing the stuff that makes death seem like
an option,
I need a totally trojan right now.