Song | Dragged Out And Shot |
Artist | Bury Your Dead |
Album | You Had Me At Hello |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Now here's a medal for being so ****ing perfect, perfect at making me miserable. | |
How do you do it? | |
So let me get some paper to take down these notes, so that | |
I can take the papers dull edge and saw away at my tired wrists. | |
There is something about you. | |
I can't quite put my finger on it, | |
I can't quite put my fingers around your neck. | |
You die. |