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

Kiss me on the angel
I go to sleep
I can't remember if its or December
I've keeping track of days by counting hangovers
And the bottles on my
My mangled memory is making me misfortune for forgivness
I don't think make it out alive
So me that you'll survive to bury me

Just all the alcohol
And the chemicals
But don't the cigarettes
Remember ember

Alright, I admit that few months were 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 up are a whole other story
your stomach's strong enough(2x)

Maybe we can get past addictions
But the piling up

So promise me that you'll to bury me

Hell, maybe we can pretend
That this recovery wont on moderation
And in the end the same routine won'e me dead(2x)
Just empty all the alcohol...or baby we're

Tomorrow we'll wake up in to stop this double suicide
kisses laced with cyanide
ANd one look through bloodshot eyes

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