Paroles The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive de Boys Night Out

Boys Night Out
  • 0.0Vous n'aimez pas les paroles de Boys Night Outloading
  • Note 0.0/5 basée sur 0 avis.
  • Artiste: Boys Night Out6709
  • Chanson: The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive
  • Langue:
Ajouter/Corriger les paroles Corriger / Editer ces paroles
Ajouter des paroles sur le site Ajouter des paroles sur MusiKiwi
Les paroles similaires

Les chansons similaires

Cyanide de Metallica

Sleep and dream of this Death angel's kiss Brings final bliss Don't believe it! Empty are they Death, won't you let me stay? Empty they say Death, won't you call your name? Oh, call your name! Suicide,...

I Don't Remember de Peter Gabriel

I got no means to show identification I got no papers show you what I am You'll have to take me just the way that you find me What's gone is gone and I do not give a damn Empty stomach, empty head I got empty...

Kill My Compass de Daytrader

Take me back Take me back to where The ocean winds don't push and pull And dull all the seasons Where time doesn't crest and crash But slowly pushes on And say that you'll remember me Past the time...

Killing My Compass de Daytrader

Take me back Take me back to where The ocean winds don't push and pull And dull all the seasons Where time doesn't crest and crash But slowly pushes on And say that you'll remember me Past the time and past...

Last Time Around de Prize Fight (The)

What did I say to make you think We'd make it through another fall You shattered all my expectations But somehow I knew we'd make it through it all I've lost every thought of you I'm losing touch and missing...

Textes et Paroles de 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 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.

N'hésitez pas à faire une recherche de paroles d'une chanson dont vous ne connaissez qu'un morceau de texte avec notre moteur de paroles et chansons