Dragged Out And Shot

Now here's a medal for being so fucking 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 paper's 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
You die
You die
You die
You die
You fucking die