I dig this song by Panic! at the Disco on multiple levels. The strings... the composition... the content... It reminds me of my own failed marriage and another wedding I attended with a stirring of upsetting the apple cart many moons ago.
I Write Sins Not Tragedies With Lyrics - YouTube
I don't generally promote things with cursing in it but in this case it just makes me think of a ghost of an angry old man who had a chance to do things better than he did and now he's shaking his fist at young folks that can't see him... So that makes it OK, because that's the way I feel sometimes.
The entire album- A Fever You Can't Sweat Out- is fantastic front to back but this song is the hook and I'm enjoying swimming around with it stuck in my mouth at the moment.
Shut the front door!
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