Artista: One Dead Three Wounded
  Canción: Eight Dollar Prom Dress

She said, "Your eyes are everything."
But I'm the best liar you've ever seen.
We are the anti-passion.
You're thirty miles away.
We are the anti-passion.
Just meet me half way.
And when these bridges burn, I'll bleed this river dry and walk to you.
My throat will swell before I find therapy.
I point this gun at the only place where you still exist.
Here's the end to every love feelings to paper and forgotten forever.
I waste another song on heartbreak, but it sells and makes lonely kids cry.
So here's the perfect song to your perfect life;
to live in a prom dress forever with a permanent smile.
Lift the glass, slit the wrist, kill the moment, fuck the love.