This specific song was my favorite for years. And years.
But it's time for Radiohead to take a break.
Thom Yorke, you and your crazy dancing can step aside, preferably to the number two favorite song position.
May I present to you, my favorite song.
At least, for right now.
A little over a week ago, Blake was listening to this in his car, and I just kinda rolled my eyes and was like, "oh, Blake is listening to his weirdy music again." Then, Friday-ish, I added it to a playlist on Spotify and decided to give it a listen. And, uh, to say I'm obsessed doesn't even cover it.
The only times I remember feeling this *obsessed* with something is when Hunger Games was released.
And that one time when I thought I loved AJ from The Backstreet Boys so much that my insides hurt. I was 7 years old.
I just really feel like all of those years spent on musical theater were preparing me for the ultimate belt-it-out-in-my-car song. BRB, having a rockstar moment.
Happy Monday!
Haley
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