| Song | Dragged Out And Shot |
| Artist | Bury Your Dead |
| Album | You Had Me At Hello |
| 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. |