You've screamed every word of this since middle school, and I hope you never stop.
This one takes me right back to us yelling along in someone's basement with too much eyeliner on.
Pure Myspace-profile-song energy, and somehow it still hits just as hard.
The anthem of our entire teenage existence, and I know you still do the dramatic hand gestures.
Every time this comes on I think of summer nights with you and zero responsibilities.
For the softer side of you that wrote song lyrics in the margins of every notebook.
Roll the windows down, forget the spreadsheets, and scream this one with me like it's 2007.
Neither of us knew half the words back then, but we sang them with our whole chest anyway.