Luyện nghe bài hát The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive

Kiss me on the angel
Before I go to
I can't remember if its or December
I've been keeping track of days by hangovers
And the on my floor
My mangled memory is me mistake misfortune for forgivness
I think I'll make it out alive
So promise me that you'll survive to me

Just empty all the
And chronicle the
But don't forget the
every ember

Alright, I admit that past few months broken and abused
Now I'm used to the bleeding and unspoken words that kept me so
Maybe we can get past addictions
But the bodies piling up are a whole other
Unless your strong enough(2x)

Maybe we can get past addictions
But the bodies up

So me that you'll survive to bury me

Hell, maybe we can just
That this wont depend on moderation
And in the end the same routine leave me dead(2x)
empty all the alcohol...or baby we're dead

Tomorrow wake up in time to stop this double suicide
Through laced with cyanide
ANd one last look bloodshot eyes

I guess this is what call killing yourself in small dose(2x)