“Like my favorite record, you’re a little overplayed–and like my favorite summer, you’ll never fade away. I’d love to get inside your head and pick apart your thoughts or just find out why they never contain me. I hope your conscious eats you and tears you away, so you can then own up to this mess you have made. I now know why they say you fall in love, cause I’ve never fallen so hard as when I first met you. I try to fall out of love for all that you do, but you’re so perfect to such delicate eyes, and I’m just a wreck behind such a clever disguise. I could happily pretend that things did never change…but something tells me you kinda like it this way.” – angus