
Its predictable mixture of teenage angst, self-obsessed lyricism and cobbled-together Weezer riffs sounds like a Panic! or Fall Out Boy B-side, with all the fun and humour ripped out and replaced with dour cynicism. The intention was probably to have millions of teenagers going, 'Yeh I've had my heartbroken, I know how this singer feels'. The actual result is that you feel like calling up singer Tom Higgenson's girlfriend and offering her some counseling for having put up with the drippy berk for any length of time at all. A miserable song from a miserable band.












