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 dates by counting hangovers and bottles on my floor
  My mangled memory is making a big mistake, misfortune for
  (Forgive me, God help me, you're blessed and alive)
  (So promise me (still promise me), that you'll survive to bury me)
    Just empty all the alcohol, and chronicle the chemical
  But don't forget the cigarette, remember every effort
  (__________________, for once we're broken, and ______ your abuse, ___________ cuz i'm broken, we're guilty of self-abuse, cuz we're killing self-abuse)
    Maybe we can get past these addictions
  But the bodies' piling up
  On a whole other story
  Unless there's something strong enough
    Maybe we can get past these addictions
  But the bodies' piling up
  On a whole other story
  Unless there's something strong enough
    Maybe we can get past these addictions
  But there's bodies piling up
  (So promise me (still promise me), that you'll survive to bury me)
    Now maybe we can just pretend
  That this recovery won't depend on moderation
  And in the end the same routine will leave me dead
  Now maybe we can just pretend
  That this recovery won't depend on moderation
  And in the end the same routine will 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
  With one last look with bloodshot eyes
  (I guess this is what they call killing yourself like a dance, I guess this is what they call killing yourself, if i go, dance)