Boys Night Out - The fine art of making it out alive lyrics

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 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 blood shot eyes.

I guess this is what they call

killing yourself in small doses