I listened to this song alot when my uncle used to take me to the shed, real loud so he wouldn't have to go back to jail again, he said. He would sing, "if you lay there, if you'd just lay still, I'd finish faster and get you some icecream." I think maybe Snow Patrol had to have s** with a relative when they were young. One time when uncle was finished and took the burlap rag out of my mouth so I could wipe off, I stuck a screwdriver in his gut and buried him behind the shed, and now an occasional warm trickle of urine sprayed onto his shallow, dirt-filled hole where worms and beetles seek vengance for innocence lost is the closest he comes to touching my bathing suit parts.

This song makes me want to smear honey in my ears and release fire ants and hornets in there so I will have an allergic reaction and swell so badly that I won't be able to hear the wretched croonings of this whiney mangirl. When I was young, I had a pet calf with lupus and he got stuck in a bear trap while running from a rabid badger, who caught up with him at the bear trap and gnawed off a good bit of his face. This song is similar to the wailing howls that unlucky baby cow made as his face was being pulled from his skull. I would rather be angrily sodomized by a drunken priest while my extended family watched than to hear that semi-sweet songstress bray out one single note. He should be tazered in the throat until his vocal chords are no more, then tazered in all other areas of his body, publicly, on the Oprah show, as restitution for his crimes against the ear. I really don't like this song. I mean, it's ok, I just hear it a lot on the radio, so.