Listening to early 2000s emo in order to understand the white middle class cismale suburban experience.
Seems like it's a lot about missing your girlfriend/ex-girlfriend.
Oh, damn, sheesh, that's cold. Maybe that's why she's gone?
And now we're off to the football game...
Actually I'm listening to Vince Guaraldi's Charlie Brown Christmas album because I'm basic as fuck
Seriously, tho, emo from that period is so particular you can practically timestamp it and provide lat/long coordinates to where the songwriter came up with the lyrics.
October 23, 1997, 2:38 am, sitting on a couch smoking up in Elizabeth, New Jersey, Brad had an idea for a song about how sad he is now that summer is over and he won't see his unrequited crush anymore. He had recently been reading "The Martian Chronicles" and wishes to weave in references to the first chapter for pathos.
For some reason this is making me think of My Roommate Sonic, that game Griffin played with fuckboy Nick where Sonic is sitting on your couch watching TV while Eggman encourages you to make moves on him
