If I could somehow magically punch a song in the face with a fist made out of flaming asphalt, it would be this one.

And look, if you like it, great, enjoy it…don’t get all pissy just because other people hate it. Personally, I think the lyrics sound like the dreck someone would get a C+ on in a middle school creative writing class. It ticks me off to hear shit this mediocre getting so much play. This thing sounds like absolutely zero effort went into it on all levels…from the band name that sounds like it took two seconds to think of when someone looked at a pile of dirty laundry to the video that’s just a strung together series of random cityscapes and a dude strumming in John Mayer’s old apartment, to the bleating platitudes of the song that have some of the worst forced rhymes since LFO “rapped” about how chinese food made them sick.

The whole thing feels like it was farted out in about half a day and then the band went back to their jobs at the local supermarket, while some A&R guy masturbated all over himself to the hundreds of thousands of MySpace pages that hosted this song because it’s “SO REEEEEEEEAL”.

Fuck off, Delilah.

(Courtesy of Kevin McLennand)