Truly depressing and yet I love* this song, his weird Paulo Nutini voice, twangy piano, throwing lamps and use of the word "emo", and, OH, the dancing ladies (I'm going to practice tonight in the mirror - seriously, awesome). Somehow it is channeling the zeitgeist of my today.
Jay, don't forget me when you are famous, okay?
* I do not, however, love his hair. In fact, I fight an overwhelming urge to run at it with a spray bottle and bar of soap while watching him sing/play.
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