The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive Lyrics - Boys Night Out

Kiss me on the forhead angel 

Before I go to sleep 

I can't remember if its Thursday or December 

I've been keeping track of days by counting hangovers 

And the bottles on my floor 

My mangled memory is making me mistake misfortune for forgivness 

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(2x) 

Maybe we can get past these addictions 

But the bodies piling up 

So promise me that you'll survive to bury me 

Hell, maybe we can just pretend 

That this recovery wont depend on moderation 

And in the end the same routine won'e leave me dead(2x) 

Just empty all the alcohol...or 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 bloodshot eyes 

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