I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love
This album is the musical equivalent of getting hit by a truck while wearing a broken toaster. It's all gloom, doom, and enough sadness to make a funeral look like a birthday party.
I listened to this album and cried so much my mascara looked like a raccoon’s face.
My dog started howling like he was being haunted by the ghosts of bad decisions.
My ex said this album was the soundtrack to our breakup, and I believe her.