I can't say much more about these guys than I already said that day, but this was an even earlier indicator of the disappointment to come. This monstrosity of a "power ballad", sans power, is responsible for more illegitimate royalties than Prince Harry's trip to Carnival. Yes, high schoolers need horrible music for sappy graduation videos. But did you "punk rockers" have to be the ones to provide it? LET HOT CHELLE RAE HAVE THEIR NICHE!!! And I'll be damned if I'll sit idly by while you add musical methane to the burning fire in my soul that was lit when Seinfeld ended. The way you further tarnished this already traumatic moment was egregious, outrageous, and preposterous.
I know this one has legions of fans. Please, do speak up. I'm genuinely interested in whatever shameful and misguided appeal this turd of a tune holds for you. Please note that the title of this song was not my doing. But it could have been, for it fits perfectly, like the earplugs I will now insert. I suggest you all do the same. You've been warned.
Oh, it's open.