Testo canzone di Boys Night Out: The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive

The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive

Kiss me on the forehead, angel, before I go to sleep I can't remember if it's Thursday or December I've been keeping track of days by counting hangovers and bottles on my floor My mangled memory is making me mistake misfortune for forgiveness I don't think I'll make it out alive So promise me that you'll survive to bury me Just empty all the alcohol and chronicle the chemicals, but don't forget the cigarettes Remember every ember Alright, I admit that past few months were broken and abused Now I'm used to the bleeding and unspoken words that kept me so confused Maybe we can get past these addictions, but the bodies piling up are a whole other story unless your stomach's strong enough Hell, maybe we can just pretend that this recovery, won't depend on moderation and in the end the same routine won't leave me dead Just empty all the alcoholor baby, we're dead Tomorrow we'll wake up in time to stop this double suicide through kisses laced with cyanide and one last look through blood shot eyes I guess this is what they call killing yourself in small doses

La canzone Boys Night Out The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive è presente nell'elenco di Lyrics-Keeper. Se avete la possibilità di scaricare il binario(file .kar o .midi) della canzone The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive, widget può esser usato come karaoke per la canzone. Per certe composizioni musicali c'è una traduzione coretta. In più esattamente qua potete scaricare la traduzione testo della canzone The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive. Noi cerchiamo, che il testo della canzone sia più preciso possibile. Per questo, se avete qualche correzione, per favore, mandatecela. Se volete scaricare gratis la canzone The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive nel formato mp3, visitate un sito dei nostri sponsor musicali.